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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
When the speech was over, and the bags hidden away, Hugh bore as best he might the tears and congratulations of the women, their murmured plaudits, and inspired looks.
"’T is the first time I have ever failed to give honest measure," he said shamefacedly to himself as they flocked about him.
That night, as he sat with the maiden and her father, he spoke of departing on the morrow with a ship that would sail for Morocco to be gone many months, and his sweetheart came to him, creeping into his arms.
"Do not leave me, Hugh," she pleaded. "It is so far away."
"I must go, little one," he answered,
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