He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. Pause. On gaining a stack of chimneys at the back of the house, he came to a pause, and again unmasked his lantern. I'll forgive him if he does. What they do with him afterward is off my ticket, no concern of James Boyle; they can lock him up or let him go.
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