| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - 'I cannot tell if the spectre lied,for never a step did I go towards finding the hollow, for tworeasons:--one was that my neck was too precious for me to risk it insuch a snare as that; the other, that no one could ever tell me wherethe spring-root was to be found.'Then Blaize, another aged shepherd, lifted up his voice.Tis a pity, Father Martin, that your secret has grown old with you.
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