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"The castle always looks so mysterious," she said, awed. "Is it wonderful, living there?" "It isn't so mysterious when you're there. I'd rather look at it from the hills. It's just--full of people, at least the servants' parts are, crowded and ordinary. Things should be mysterious, but there's nothing mysterious in the palace." "Should things be mysterious?" "There's mystery in the hills and in the wind on the grass. And in the stories you like. Isn't life mysterious?"