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Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. I don’t have to take this shit. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. " "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. ‘Certainly I am not a nun. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. ” “The difficulties on my own side I can deal with,” he answered. "No more, please! I am bewildered enough. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object.
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