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So saying, the speaker flung up his long are, lifted his voice and spoke: "Oho, lurking spirit a the shadows! Ho! come forth, I summon ye

The dew is thick a for

purple and fine linen Oho, stand forth, I bid ye"

There followed a moment's utter silence, then--another rustle amid

the leaves, and Mr Chichester stepped out fro his watch, "you are just

twenty-three minutes before your time Nevertheless you are, I think,

too late"

Mr Chichester glanced at Barnabas fro

his smile, Barnabas clenched his fists

"Too late, sir?" repeated Mr Chichester softly, shaking his head,

"no,--indeed I think not Howbeit there are times and occasions when

solitude appeals to o, and--ah--take your barefooted friend with you"

"First, sir," said Barnabas, boith aggressive politeness,

"first, I hu leave to speak with you, to--"

"Sir," said Mr Chichester, gently tapping a nettle out of existence

with his cane, "sir, I have no desire for your speeches, they, like

yourself, I find a little trying, and vastly uninteresting I prefer

to stay here and ht, sir, a

pleasant ride"