He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. As he gazed at these lights, they suddenly seemed to disappear, and
a tremendous shock was felt throughout the frame of the boat. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words
to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and
trains! And, oh the beautiful books!
She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. ”
Courtlaw laughed hardly. "
So saying, he pushed aside the table, and the janizary stooping down, undrew a
bolt and opened a trap-door.
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