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"
Indeed
,
I
am
one
.
I
do
n't
say
it
before
all
the
world
,
because
they
might
burn
me
for
it
,
but
as
we
are
alone
,
I
do
n't
mind
telling
you
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
well
,
"
answered
Gryphus
.
"
But
if
a
sorcerer
can
change
black
bread
into
white
,
wo
n't
he
die
of
hunger
if
he
has
no
bread
at
all
?
"
"
What
's
that
?
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
Consequently
,
I
shall
not
bring
you
any
bread
at
all
,
and
we
shall
see
how
it
will
be
after
eight
days
.
"
Cornelius
grew
pale
.
"
And
,
"
continued
Gryphus
,
"
we
'll
begin
this
very
day
.
As
you
are
such
a
clever
sorcerer
,
why
,
you
had
better
change
the
furniture
of
your
room
into
bread
;
as
to
myself
,
I
shall
pocket
the
eighteen
sous
which
are
paid
to
me
for
your
board
.
"
"
But
that
's
murder
,
"
cried
Cornelius
,
carried
away
by
the
first
impulse
of
the
very
natural
terror
with
which
this
horrible
mode
of
death
inspired
him
.
"
Well
,
"
Gryphus
went
on
,
in
his
jeering
way
,
"
as
you
are
a
sorcerer
,
you
will
live
,
notwithstanding
.
"
Cornelius
put
on
a
smiling
face
again
,
and
said
,
--
