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"I hardly know.","Is it necessary?" says Geoffrey, very insolently in his turn. "I think not. By the by, is it your usual practice to prowl round people's houses at two o'clock in the morning? I thought all such festive habits were confined to burglars, and blackguards of that order.","Go on, Nolly," says Nicholas.,"We are none of us infallible," says Rodney, in a curious tone, and speaking as if with difficulty. "You see, even you erred. Though I am neither burglar nor blackguard, I, too enjoy a walk at midnight.","Weary me! no, indeed. That is one of the very few unkind things you have ever said to me. How could I weary of your voice? Go on; tell me where you keep this magical piano.","But you said you knew the entire locality,—couldn't be puzzled within a radius of thirty miles. How far are we from home?","It shall be as you say," replied the Wolf. "It is yours to give.",No answer.,"What is your opinion, friend Wolf? Shall we give our new friend a present?",Star of her heart.,Nicholas, who had left the room again, returns now, bringing with him a glass of wine, which he compels her to swallow, and then, pale and frightened, but calmer than she was before, she leaves the house, and starts with Geoffrey for the gamekeeper's lodge, where lies the man they had so dreaded, impotent in the arms of death.,TO THE READER.