CHAPTER XXVIII. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Caliban absolutely crowed with delight. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. ” “THE BUCKNALL MANSIONS MYSTERY.
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