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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
erchief of fine silk, and went to the house of his sweetheart, asking to see her; but when she came, it was with a face set and cold, and she paused with the great oaken table between them.
"Hugh," she said, unsmiling, "I have been thinking."
"’T is foolish work for a woman," he answered stoutly.
"That which thou dost say but confirms my thought," she answered, still more coldly. "We cannot be wed; waking and sleeping have I considered this matter, and thus have I resolved."
"Now, why?" cried honest Hugh bluntly.
"We have so little in common," said Blanche.
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