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发帖数: 278 | 1 My father, the Padishah Emperor, took me by the hand one day
and I sensed in the ways my mother had taught me that he was
disturbed. He led me down the Hall of Portraits to the
ego-likeness of the Duke Leto Atreides. I marked the strong
resemblance between them--my father and this man in the
portrait--both with thin, elegant faces and sharp features
dominated by cold eyes. "Princess-daughter," my father said,
"I would that you'd been older when it came time for this
man to choose a woman." My fa |
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