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He took up another that was lying by him, and asked what it was.
Why shouldn't I look at my dearest treasure?--at all the beauty that is mine, all my very own?
Even that night as he stumbled homewards along Jones's Road he had felt that some power was divesting him of that suddenwoven anger as easily as a fruit is divested of its soft ripe peel.
With the same polished courtesy that had marked their manner toward me they extended their greetings to the great Thark, nor, to my surprise, was he much behind them in ease of bearing or in courtly speech.
