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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
rose-colored, one purple, and one yellow, which seemed to be filled with but empty air.
"What bringest hither?" asked the porter, in a surly voice.
"Naught save my rattle," answered the tall man in drab; and with that he struck the bags together, so that there came out a tinkling sound wondrous cunning and small.
"Is danger therein?" said the man at the gate, holding back. "Mayhap they go off, like powder, and do harm."
Then the tall man smiled a strange, three-cornered smile, for his chin was long and protruding, and strained his lips that way.
"Ay," he confessed, "they go off, but they do no hurt;" then he paid his penny
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