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I astonished, when I beheld again the same figure walking before me."
"Old gentleman," exclaimed I, "it seems thou knowest the road better than I do."
"I think so myself," answered he dryly, "and I believe I know many things better than you do."
"Strange being," resumed I, "who art thou?"
"A friend of wisdom!" was his answer.
"Thy wisdom," replied I, "must be as odd as thyself! But pray what dost thou call wisdom?"
"What you do not understand," was his reply.
Hearing the words friend of wisdom, I was suddenly struck with a suspicion whichmy
