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Burdened as he was with several packages, Art decided to go back to the Temple to drop them off before going anywhere else. Once he had unpacked them, and put them up tidily in his room, he allowed himself a small glow of satisfaction. He had made these clothes, and they looked good on him.
The boys went out again, and Art suggested, “Shall we go to The Porcelain Kettle?” Faran nodded and they ambled off in its direction.
Along the way, they passed a book shop. Art turned to Faran and asked him, “Do you suppose there is a book written about the Will? If there is it might help me a lot.”
They entered. The shop was dusty and messy. Books were strewn all over the place. There did not seem to be any sense at all to their arrangement. Books were everywhere. They were on the floor, on tab
