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A Poor Wise Man

"Yes."
"I want you both to come down to the library, Grace."
She heard him turn and go slowly down the stairs. His voice had been strained
and unnatural. As she turned she found Anthony behind her.
"Something has happened!"
"I rather think so," said old Anthony, slowly.
They went together down the stairs.
In the library Lily was standing, facing the door, a quiet figure, listening and
waiting. Howard had dropped into a chair and was staring ahead. And beyond
the circle of lights was a shadowy figure, vaguely familiar, tall, thin, and watchful.
Willy Cameron.
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