” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow. Then Capes shifted his eyes to her microscope and the little trays of unmounted sections beside it. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock.
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