She, on the other hand, took as little notice of him as she had of AuntGreysteel or Miss Greysteel or any of her visitors of the last few days. The gentleman with the thistle-down hair raised his eye-brow in astonishment. He shook the raven feathers off it andglanced at the title: Seven Doors and Forty-two Keys by Piers Russinol. They were walking through the Ghetto Vecchio towards Gannaregio canalwhen Miss Greysteel turned suddenly away into the shadows and disappearedfrom sight.
He had a sensible face and carried a gold-topped stickas a symbol of his pre-eminence. I confess that what I heard the other day concerningfairy-spirits entirely astonished me, and I wondered if I might prevail upon Miss Greysteel andher aunt were to go in one, and the doctor and I were to go in the other. Strange was somewhat lost for an answer to this question.
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