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"Do you suppose she knows about it?" I turned to Fred, who was trying to whisk something for breakfast, while Scarlett's mistress watched from the distance with a puzzled look on her face, probably wondering if we were the same kings she had heard so much about. We'd been here for longer than we have done since we left this place. Our Bunny didn't want to return, and we couldn't force her to do that. She was just so stubborn, and we knew we had to tread carefully with her.

"Knows what?" He ...