"Jade," said Ah Cum. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily as any of them. “We’ve all been mixing our ideas, and we’ve got intellectual hot coppers— every blessed one of us. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less energetic to repeat the operation.
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