It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. The crash was tremendous. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. "Not exactly," answered Jonathan, drily.
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