The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain
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and the light that is falling upon us has taken eight minutes to come;
but I can make that flight, or any other, in a fraction of time so minute that it cannot be measured by a watch. I have but to think the journey, and it is accomplished." I held out my hand and said, "The light lies upon it; think it into a glass of wine, Satan." He did it. I drank the wine. "Break the glass," he said. I broke it. "There--you see it is real. The villagers thought the brass balls were magic stuff and as perishable as smoke. They were afraid to touch them. You are a curious lot--your race. But come along; I have business. I will put you to bed." Said and done. Then he was gone; but his voice came back to me through the rain and darkness saying, "Yes, tell Seppi, but no other." It was the answer to my thought. Chapter 8 Sleep would not come. It was not because I was proud of my travels and excited about having been around the big world to China, and feeling |
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