You cannot—shall not retreat. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. He donned his winter coat. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. He, therefore, desires to interrogate him. He's the only native I trust in these parts.
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