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"
You
know
that
it
is
not
generally
so
when
I
come
upstairs
in
the
morning
.
"
"
It
's
true
,
you
generally
bring
me
the
worst
soup
,
and
the
most
miserable
rations
one
can
imagine
.
But
that
's
not
a
punishment
to
me
;
I
eat
only
bread
,
and
the
worse
the
bread
is
to
your
taste
,
the
better
it
is
to
mine
.
"
"
How
so
?
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
a
very
simple
thing
.
"
"
Well
,
tell
it
me
,
"
said
Gryphus
.
"
Very
willingly
.
I
know
that
in
giving
me
bad
bread
you
think
you
do
me
harm
.
"
"
Certainly
;
I
do
n't
give
it
you
to
please
you
,
you
brigand
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
I
,
who
am
a
sorcerer
,
as
you
know
,
change
your
bad
into
excellent
bread
,
which
I
relish
more
than
the
best
cake
;
and
then
I
have
the
double
pleasure
of
eating
something
that
gratifies
my
palate
,
and
of
doing
something
that
puts
you
in
a
rage
.
"
Gryphus
answered
with
a
growl
.
"
Oh
!
you
confess
,
then
,
that
you
are
a
sorcerer
.
"
