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Tilo my daughter,β said the Old One, and by her face I knew she felt my struggle in her own heart, βmost gifted most troublesome most loved, Tilo traveling to America eager as an arrow, I have here something for you.β And from the folds of her clothing she removed it and placed it on my tongue, a slice of gingerroot, wild island ada to give my heart steadfastness, to keep me strong in my vows.
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