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If it did, I think there is a little question on 'why should habit turn sacred? which would somewhat confound and pose you, and pose also, for that matter, every pedant that ever went blind and crook-backed over books, or took ivory for horn. And there is an end of it. Argue it with whom you will. Look you out 'Garfagnana, district of, Valley of Serchio' in the index.
Nayland Smith stood upon the lowest iron rung . . . supported by the hideous, crook-backed Chinaman, who stood upon the rung above! "I can't reach him!" It was as Smith hissed the words despairingly that I looked up and saw the Chinaman snatch at his coiled pigtail and pull it off!
The next instant the walls closed together again, but a faint illumination still remained, in which Calladon and Callia again seemed to themselves to resume their natural form. But even then, Calladon caught a glimpse of himself in the enchanted mirror; and there was once more the crook-backed, grisly-faced dwarf that had frightened him in Cada, now made more ugly yet by the serpent-mud of Bra.
When he had walked on for a long time, he met for the third time an old, old crook-backed hag, who had only one eye. This eye also Minnikin stole, and when the woman screamed and lamented, and asked what had become of her eye, Minnikin said, 'What will you give me to get your eye back? 'I will give thee the art to brew a hundred lasts of malt in one brewing.
When he appears there, it should be enlarged expressly for the occasion; for at his heels march the figures, in full costume, of Cato, and Brutus, and Cassius, and of him with the falcon eye, and Othello, and Lear, and crook-backed Richard, and Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, and numbers more, and demand entrance along with him, shadows to which he alone lends bodily substance!
The most marvelous was confused with the most ordinary the world around him was bewitched no thought, no memory was under his control. An old crook-backed woman with a cane came creeping up the hill, coughing. "Are you bringing my bird, my pearls, my dog?" she cried out to him. "Look wrong punishes itself. I and no other was your friend Walther, your Hugo."
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