"You've perjured yourself. “I have made no progress with my work,” she said slowly, “and the money was gone. ‘Certainly I can prove it. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. I learned the trick of the place from one Paul Groves, who used to live here, and who contrived the machine. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale.
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