LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

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grandfather treated meI may say it without pre-sumptionas a friend, having known me from child-hood as his father's librarian'
It did not strike me at the time how old the man must be.
' May I ask where you live now, Mr. Crow ? ' I said.
He smiled an amused smile.
' You nearly hit my name,' he rejoined, ' which shows the family insight. You have seen me before, but only once, and could not then have heard it !'
' Where was that ? '
' In this very room. You were quite a child, how­ever !'
I could not be sure that I remembered him, but for a moment I fancied I did, and I begged him to set me right as to his name.
' There is such a thing as remembering without re­cognising the memory in it,' he remarked. l For my name which you have near enoughit used to be Raven.'
I had heard the name, for marvellous tales had brought it me.
I It is very kind of you to come and see me,' I said. ' Will you not sit down ? '
He seated himself at once.
4 You knew my father, then, I presume ? [
'I  knew him,' he answered with a curious smile, ' but he did not care about my acquaintance, and we never met.That gentleman, however,' he added, point­ing to the portrait,—' old Sir Up'ard, his people called him,was in his day a friend of mine yet more inti­mate than ever your grandfather became.'
Then at length I began to think the interview a strange one. But in truth it was hardly stranger that
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