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 would have the power of affecting me in the least little bit?")

"A beautiful morning?" observed Miles, most ingratiatingly. There was no reply.

"I was afraid last evening we were going to have rain." Silence.

"Er—weren't you?"

"No."

"But perhaps you didn't notice the clouds?" No answer.

"Did you?"

"No."

"It looked—er—quite threatening. But the sunset was certainly wano. More silence.

"You noticed the sunset, of course?"

"No—yes!"

"Then perhaps"

"Mr. Fallon, I am very busy, and talking disturbs me."