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The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of
incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
`You must follow me carefully. I shall have to controvert one
ground for it. You will soon admit as much as I need from you.
`That is all right,' said the Psychologist.
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