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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
"Thou shalt have all," he stammered, forgetting, in his hurt, the magic bags. "Why, 't is for thee I send forth all my ships. I will be but thy pensioner."
A shadow of pain passed over the maiden's face.
"I mean not goods nor possessions, nor any manner of vulgar things; 't is of mind and soul I speak, and ours be far apart."
"My goods be not vulgar!" cried young merchant Hugh. "Rare silks and cloths from the East have I, and purest pearls, for thy white throat. No common thing is there in all my store."
Then the little foot of Blanche tapped impatiently on the stone floor.
"’T is of no avail that I try to make thee understand! I say there be depths in my
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