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10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Da, s nim prikliuchilos to, o chem etot parnishka i ne mechtal. Chto ty na eto skazhesh? Starshina vdrug otstupil na shag, i ego svita povtorila dvizhenie. Nichego u menia s nim ne bylo, Donik, esli ty ob etom podumal, s Dosadoj brosila Taj. Ia uzhe soobrazil, chto eto, Skoree vsego, sluhach dorriksov, hishchnik-nevidimka, sluga i sogliadataj Sheptunov. Kruglaia ploshchad byla ne menee dvuhsot metrov v poperechnike. Prokliatie! On pridet, s nepokolebimoj uverennostiu zaveril Gilsveri. Uvlechennyj chernym delom, tot ved slishkom pozdno zametil ih Poiavlenie. Tak ty hotel isportit nam ohotu, staryj bezmozglyj idiot? Bezzhiznennyj vzgliad osevogo vpilsia v starika, obrechenno povisshego pered nim V rukah konvoirov. Da, do menia doshlo, chto odin iz Nih mag, silnyj mag, ne zria zhe ia vtoroj god prosizhivaiu shtany v Dome Presvetlogo Iskusstva, uzh elementarnomu chutiu-to menia obuchili. Spohvativshis, podsotnik posledoval moemu primeru. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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