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The umbrella maker went on and on, praising an ordinary umbrella as if it were the rarest treasure under heave…

The umbrella maker went on and on, praising an ordinary umbrella as if it were the rarest treasure under heaven. The young master in white nodded along and handed over the silver without a second thought. What a generous sort!

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