Old Fagin was a sly old bird. In his youth he had been a prince among thieves. But now his eyes were dim, and his back and wings sore. But as I have said, he was sly. Rather than forage for himself, he had collected a group of young birds around him. It was they who took the risks now, and in exchange for his tutelage and “protection,” they supplied his every need.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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