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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
"How could I presume to tell?" she asked, with a grieved red lip. "’T was too wonderful to put into words;" and she swept from the room, with no glance for her lover.
Young merchant Hugh, to whom the very rushes on which the maiden stepped were dear because of his great speechless love, gazed after her, jealous of the look upon her face, and cruelly wounded by her scorn.
"I will find out the trick," said the young man to himself, between set teeth; and he was one who ever made good his words.
Now the maiden Blanche was glad when her lover begged to go forth with her the next day and the next, at two p.m.
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