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Happily she had no idea of what he had seen and heard, and so for her sake he made a strong effort to control himself, and said as steadily as he could: "Thank you, Niti, it is very good of you. Yes, I think I am a little tired to night. HAPPILY SHE HAD NO IDEA WHAT HE HAD SEEN OR HEARD AND SO FOR HER SAKE HE MADE A STRONG EFFORT TO CONTROL HIMSELF AND SAID AS STEADILY AS HE COULD THANK YOU KNITTY IT IS VERY GOOD OF YOU YES I THINK I'M A LITTLE TIRED TO NIGHT
o bed. If you go on bothering any longer about 'N to the fourth,' you will have one of your bad headaches to-morrow and won't be able to finish your address for the Institute." She put her hand out and took up the decanter. It passed without any apparent resistance through the jar. She lifted it from the same place, and poured out the usual modicum of whisky into the glass, which was standing just where the flagon was. Then she pressed the trigger of the syphon, and the familiar hiss of the soda-water brought the Professor, as he thought, back to his senses. But no! There could be no doubt about it. There in material form on the corner of his table was a point-blank, tangible contradiction of the universally accepted axiom that two bodies cannot occupy the same space, and that, come from somewhere or nowhere, there were two plainly material objects through which his daughter's hand, without her even knowing it, had passed as easily as it would have done through a little cloud of steam. AKE YOUR WHISKY AND GO TO BED IF YOU GO ON BOTHERING ANY LONGER ABOUT END TO THE FOURTH YOU'LL HAVE ONE OF YOUR BAD HEADACHES TO MORROW AND WON'T BE ABLE TO FINISH YOUR ADDRESS FOR THE INSTITUTE SHE PUT HER HAND OUT AND TOOK UP THE DECANTER IT PASSED WITHOUT ANY APPARENT RESISTANCE THROUGH THE JAR SHE LIFTED IT FROM THE SAME PLACE AND POURED OUT THE USUAL MODICUM OF WHISKY INTO THE GLASS WHICH WAS STANDING JUST WHERE THE FLAGON WAS THEN SHE PRESSED THE TRIGGER OF THE SYPHON AND THE FAMILIAR HISS OF THE SODA WATER BROUGHT THE PROFESSOR AS HE THOUGHT BACK TO HIS SENSES BUT NO THERE COULD BE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT THERE IN MATERIAL FORM ON THE CORNER OF HIS TABLE WAS A POINT BLANK TANGIBLE CONTRADICTION OF THE UNIVERSALLY ACCEPTED AXIOM THAT TWO BODIES CANNOT OCCUPY THE SAME SPACE AND THAT COME FROM SOMEWHERE OR NOWHERE THERE WERE TWO PLAINLY MATERIAL OBJECTS THROUGH WHICH HIS DAUGHTER'S HAND WITHOUT EVEN HER KNOWING IT HAD PASSED AS EASILY AS IT WOULD HAVE DONE THROUGH A LITTLE CLOUD OF STEAM
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