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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
The young merchant was good as his word, and that afternoon he stood in the market-place upon a counter, rattling the juggler's bags as he waited. As before, men, women, and maidens came, by tens, by twenties, by hundreds, till there was no spot where he could look without meeting a pair of wistful eyes.
"It looks to be but plain Hugh, the merchant," whispered one to another.
"Hath he undertaken to sell his wares here?" asked one.
"He hath choice pearls," whispered a maiden who was not yet wholly given over to occult thought.
But Hugh had begun to speak, and faces of wonder were lifted to him, for he was strong of lung, and the breath from the
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