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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
"I was mad but now, Hugh," she breathed. "Our two souls be but one."
"Wilt come with me to the market-place this afternoon?" he asked.
"Nay," sighed the maiden. "I care not for the market-place, for I am happy here, where I have found my home."
"I speak there," he said bluffly, "at two p. m."
"Thou!" and the maiden's laughter rang out like the touch of silver bells, "and of what?"
"Of phases of occult thought," he answered gravely.
"Ay," cried Blanche, and she raised her face to kiss him. "Ay, Hugh, be sure that I shall be there when thou dost talk philosophies."
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