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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Seven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The sun was high when Mrs. Brisbee awoke. She realized this with a start&lt;br /&gt;
and, putting on the Amulet and her cape, ran downstairs to see to the children.&lt;br /&gt;
In the small but well-stocked kitchen, Dr. Ages was preparing a pot of what&lt;br /&gt;
smelled like corn-and-bean porridge. Catching sight of her, he smiled brightly&lt;br /&gt;
and said, &amp;quot;Good Morning, M&#039;Lady! Lunch in twenty minutes!&amp;quot; Brisbee&lt;br /&gt;
smiled and returned the greeting, reluctantly reminding him that since she had&lt;br /&gt;
apparently been stripped of her rank and title within the court, as well as&lt;br /&gt;
being a wanted fugitive, she preferred &amp;quot;Mrs.&amp;quot; because&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Lady&amp;quot; might draw unwanted attention. Ages thought about this a&lt;br /&gt;
moment. &amp;quot;Very good point, Mrs. Brisbee! You certainly know how to think on&lt;br /&gt;
your feet!&amp;quot; He said with admiration.&lt;/p&gt;
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