The Inheritors by Ford Madox Ford;Joseph Conrad
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information as to myself. I have already told you the essentials--you
ought to tell me something. It would only be fair play." "Why should there be any fair play?" she asked. "What have you to say against that?" I said. "Do you not number it among your national characteristics?" "You really wish to know where I come from?" I expressed light-hearted acquiescence. "Listen," she said, and uttered some sounds. I felt a kind of unholy emotion. It had come like a sudden, suddenly hushed, intense gust of wind through a breathless day. "What--what!" I cried. "I said I inhabit the Fourth Dimension." I recovered my equanimity with the thought that I had been visited by some stroke of an obscure and unimportant physical kind. "I think we must have been climbing the hill too fast for me," I said, "I have not been very well. I missed what you said." I was certainly out of breath. "I said I inhabit the Fourth Dimension," she repeated with admirable gravity. "Oh, come," I expostulated, "this is playing it rather low down. You walk a convalescent out of breath and then propound riddles to him." |
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