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The tropical dawn is swift. 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. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. The room was dark and dusty. “But I’m afraid you are going to be in a hopeless minority here as regards me.
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