And he knew I had not--I found myself at the end of an instant magnificently aware of this. It was a Firbolg in the borrowed cloak of a Milesian; and he thought of his friend Davin, the peasant student. That was the boy who could sing a COME-ALL-YOU, if you like. He bestowed them in his pockets with feigned composure and suffered the friendly teller, to whom his father chatted, to take his hand across the broad counter and wish him a brilliant career in after life.
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