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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
est words that shall ever meet your ears. Come, hear, hear, hear! To-day I speak, and to-morrow I may not: 't is the chance of a lifetime, and not to be overlooked. Come, hear, hear, hear!"
Now with the rattling of the bags, and the rattling of the man's voice, many people came running hither: squire and 'prentice and count, marchioness and merchant's lady, and the cook from the castle, all hurrying toward the empty sound. Soon a great crowd was gathered, of men and of maidens, of women with white wimples and folded kerchiefs, and of little girls with yellow hair.
"Come, hear, hear, hear!" repeated the man, in slow singsong, watching the people with his narrow blue eyes which were
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