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V’'ll put that right. It is still dark, get up and come with me. You shall pay a visit to Simon and other rich men, and see how things stand with them.
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But the doors are locked. Would you have me break in?
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Oh no; but I have a certain privilege from Hermes, my patron: you see my longest tail-feather, the curling one that hangs down,—
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There are two curling ones that hang down.
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The one on the right. By allowing any one to pluck out that feather and carry it, I give him the power, for as long as I like, of opening all doors and seeing everything, himself unseen.
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Cock, you are a positive conjurer. Only give me the feather, and it shall not be long before Simon’s wealth shifts its quarters; I’ll slip in and make a clean sweep. His teeth shall tug leather again.
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That must not be. I have my instructions from Hermes, and if my feather is put to any such purpose, I am to call out and expose the offender.
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Hermes, of all people, grudge a man a little thievery? I'll not believe it of him. However, let us start; I promise not to touch the gold ... if I can help it.
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You must pluck out the feather first. ... What’s this? You have taken both!
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Better to be on the safe side. And it would look so bad to have one half of your tail gone and not the other.
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Well. Where shall we go first?. To Simon’s?
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Yes, yes, Simon first. Simonides it is, nowadays; two syllables is not enough for him since he has come into money. ... Here we are; what do I do next?
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Apply the feather to the bolt.
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So. Heracles! it might be a key; the door flies open.
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Walk in; you go first. Do you see him? He is sitting up over his accounts.
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See him! I should think I did. What a light! That lamp wants a drink. And what makes Simon so pale? He is shrivelled up to nothing. That comes of his worries; there is nothing else the matter with him, that I have heard of.
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Listen, and you will understand.
