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that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
he put it to us in this way--marking the points with a lean
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a
misconception.'
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of

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