Book1:TeDream-Maker

isstidasluckwouldhaveit，thereitwasrightbesidehim!Hestoodupweakly,supportedbyhisre-foundstiotknowingthathiseverymovewasbeingwatchedbyapairht，piergeyes．Justashewasturningtogo，amalevoicewithastrongAsiasaid，

    "Wheredoyoulive?I’llhelpyouhome.”

    "Thankyou．Iliveinadipidatedshelterattheendofthealley.”

    "I’lltakeyouthere.”Apairhandshelpedhimtohisdestination．"Youlivehere?"

    "Yes.”

    "Takethis.”Dimitrifeltatinboxbeingthrustintohishands．Heope，feltitstentsandrealizeditwashisownbox,inwhichhekepthissandmoney.

    “Sorry,oldman．IdidnotknowyouwereblindorIwouldneverhavetakenit.”Dimitriwantedverymuchtoseewhatthismanlookedlike,amanwhostolehismoneyaurohim．Heseemedtoseeaglimmerofmoonlightandlookedtentativelyupatthesky．Tohisintensedelight,hesawmyriadofstars．Hedroppedhisstidshouted，

    "Oh!Iseeagain!"Hiseyesmovedtothemaninfrontofhim,anunsavorylooking，middle-agedAsianman,withahawklikenoseandsunkencheeks．

    "Well，I’mgdforyouthatyouseeagain．Sorryabouttakingyourbox,man．I’mnotreallyathief．Iwasjustforcedbycircumstances.”

    "Why?What’sthematter?"

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    "Well,it’slikethis．Thisfriendofmine,Jamaz.He’sfromAfrica．Hefelldownandisinthehospitalforcussionandbrokenbonesandneedsalotofmoopayhishospitalbills.Iamtryingtohelphim．Ihopedtowinatthegamblingtable,butnoluck!Ilostmyshirt．Sotheonlyceleftformewastosteal.”

    "Jamaz?Youmeantheservantinthathousebythekewhofelldownthedder?"

    "Yes．Doyouknowhim?"

    "No.”Themanwasathief,thoughtDimitri，buthewasloyaltohisfriendsandthereforewort