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“How long?”
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“More!”
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He was irritated at the strange word. “More than a _what_?”
Two of them spoke together. Some quick remarks that were made about “decimal” he did not catch.
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“You–did you say–?”
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His voice failed him.
The man with the flaxen beard hesitated. “I’m not very strong in history, sir,” he said weakly, and glanced at the others.
“That was it, sir,” said the youngster. “Boscastle, in the old Duchy of Cornwall–it’s in the south-west country beyond the dairy meadows. There is a house there still. I have been there.”
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“That’s a comfort! Is there London?”
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He sat with a gaunt stare on his face. “But why am I here? No! Don’t talk. Be quiet. Let me–”
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The man with the fair beard made some inaudible remark, and Graham looking over his shoulder saw approaching a short, fat, and thickset beardless man, with aquiline nose and heavy neck and chin. Very thick black and slightly sloping eyebrows that almost met over his nose and overhung deep grey eyes, gave his face an oddly formidable expression. He nike air max 1 scowled momentarily at Graham and then his regard returned to the man with the flaxen beard. “These others,” he said in a voice of extreme irritation. “You had better go.”
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