The Dweller on the Threshold by Robert Smythe Hichens
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denunciatory--Jeremiah nervously dyspeptic! And when you opened your
envelop and drew out a couple of clergymen, really, really! But perhaps I was in a hurry! Clergymen in a serious fix, too, because of unexpected and not understood success! And I talk of repelling the _amateur_!" Suddenly he paused and, with his bushy eyebrows twitching, looked steadily at Malling. "I leave it to you," he said. "Take your own line. But don't forget that, if there's anything in it, development will take place in the link. The link will be a center of combat. The link will be an interesting field for study." "The link?" said Malling, interrogatively. "Goodness gracious me! Her ladyship! Her ladyship!" cried out the professor. "What are you about, Malling?" And he refused to say another word on the matter till Malling, after much more conversation on other topics, got up to go. Then, accompanying him to the front door, the professor said: "You know _I_ think it's probably all great nonsense." "What?" "Your two black-coated friends. You bustle along at such a pace. Remember, I have made more experiments than you have, and I have never come upon an exactly similar case. I don't know whether such a thing can be. No more do you--you've guessed. Now, guessing is not at all |
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