Strange stared after him. TheNeapolitans crowd around him; some are regarding him hungrily; othershave expressions of supplication on their faces; one is putting out a tentativefinger to stroke the back of his hair. Herealized how tired he was of books and silence, how he longed for the timeswhen to be a magician meant journeys into places no Englishman had everseen. Not in the least.
I never heard of asingle instance of an Aureate magician curing madness. The Pillar of Darkness hadbeen seen from many parts of the city, moving across the face of the sea. What is happening? demanded Mr Murray. But Mr Strange suggested we look among the dead upon yesterday'sbattlefield.
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