ely you are dressed! But really, you know, itis not very clever of you to parade your wealth like that. But perhaps he was wise after all. He has problemsof his own and knows nothing of my being here. Oh, Stephen! How I long for your wonderful destiny to be accomplished.
Whose writing is that? asked Strange. He smiled as often as before (though it wasnot quite the same smile). Greysteel, he murmured at last. Then he looked at herwith the most familiar smile in the world and said, I'm home.
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