Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. And the woollen-draper departed. Remember what the conjuror said. He was in the house with his mother. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. I understand. "If I had my old tools with me, we'd soon master this obstacle," he muttered.
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