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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
toll and went unmolested in. The porter stood long, with arms akimbo, and looked after him.
"’T is some fool," said the porter, and went back to his mug of ale.
The sad-hued man went on through the narrow streets that let in only a strip of the sky's blue, and anon he came to the open market-place, where little was doing that day, for the flowers were wilted, and the vegetables for the most part gone; only the lambs that were left bleated piteously now and then. The stranger sprang upon a counter where wheat had been sold, and he struck his little bags together, so that they rattled merrily as he called aloud:—
"Come, hear, hear, hear! Come, hear the words of wisdom I shall say, the great-
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