"This was stolen in the night."
"How stolen," I asked in wonder, "since you have it now?"
"Because I get it back from the worthless wretch who stole it, from
the woman who robbed the dead and the living. Her punishment will
surely come, but not through me. She knew not altogether what she
did, and thus unknowing, she only stole. Now we must wait." He went
away on the word, leaving me with a new mystery to think of, a new
puzzle to grapple with.
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