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Master, do you believe in miracles ?" For a moment there was no answer.

Master Blanchminster walked back to an electric button beside the door, and turned on more light with a finger that trembled slightly.
"If you have been living dishonestly, Simeon, I certainly shall believe in miracles." "But I mean _real_ miracles, Master." "You are agitated, Simeon.

Take a seat and tell me your trouble in your own way--beginning, if you please, with the miracle." "It was that which brought me.