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NECROMANCER.
Old man. (Staring again at him) "What question?"
Lieut. "There is a castle not far from the next village, where every night a numerous troop of spirits make their entry; I and these two gentlemen have watched there these two nights."
Old man. (Interrupting him, "And art not a bit wiser for't, for thou seemest not to be fit to converse with spirits."
Lieut. "But thou—?"
Old man. "I understand the language of Wisdom."
"The Lieutenant bit his lips, shaking his head with a contemptuous smile. Now the Baron accosted the old man, who again was immersed in profound meditation."
Baron.
