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 The despair of Mr. Marvel's face deepened, and his pace slacked.

"Go on!" said the Voice.

Mr. Marvel's face assumed a greyish tint between the ruddier patches.

"Don't drop those books, stupid," said the Voice, sharply—overtaking him.

"The fact is," said the Voice, "I shall have but to make use of you. You're a poor tool, I must."

"I 'm a miserable tool," said Marvel.

"You are," said the Voice.

"I 'm the worst possible tool you could have," said Marvel.

"I 'm not strong," he said after a discouraging silence.

"I 'm not over strong," he repeated.

"No?"

"And my heart 's weak. That little business—I pulled it through, of course—but bless you! I could have dropped."

"Well?"

"I haven't the nerve and strength for the sort of thing you want."

"I 'll stimulate you."