He folded the garments carefully and replaced them on the chair. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. ” He paused and looked at her, and said, with a sudden drop into a confidential undertone, “Or else I want to pray. She’s got a great imagination. This formidable person, who was no other than the renowned Figg, the "Atlas of the sword," as he is termed by Captain Godfrey, had removed his hat and "skull covering," and was wiping the heat from his bepatched and closeshaven pate. ” “It’s been coming on since first I came into the laboratory. ‘Why not a French flag?’ ‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic, even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt. I am going to smoke a little here, and then I shall go to the study. I don’t want to know. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. Her tone was hoarse with passion.
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