He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense for a moment. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. ” “She’ll meet somebody one of these days—walking about like that. I learned the trick of the place from one Paul Groves, who used to live here, and who contrived the machine. " "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet.
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