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`Some sleight-of-hand trick or other,' said the Medical Man,
The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering
octagonal tables that were scattered about the room, and set it
table he placed the mechanism. Then he drew up a chair, and sat
lamp, the bright light of which fell upon the model. There were
fire, and I drew this forward so as to be almost between the Time
the alert. It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick,
elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the