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Chapter I. The Blurring Of Lines

           Ourjourneyledusupawindinghillthroughbeautifulcountry.Isatinfrontwiththechauffeur,butbehindmemythreecomradesseemedtometobealltalkingtogether.LordJohnwasstillstrugglingwithhisbuffalostory,sofarasIcouldmakeout,whileonceagainIheard,asofold,thedeeprumbleofChallengerandtheinsistentaccentsofSummerleeastheirbrainslockedinhighandfiercescientificdebate.SuddenlyAustinslantedhismahoganyfacetowardmewithouttakinghiseyesfromhissteering-wheel.

           "I’mundernotice,"saidhe.

           "Dearme!"saidI.

           Everythingseemedstrangeto-day.Everyonesaidqueer,unexpectedthings.Itwaslikeadream.

           "It’sforty-seventimes,"saidAustinreflectively.

           "Whendoyougo?"Iasked,forwantofsomebetterobservation.

           "Idon’tgo,"saidAustin.

           Theconversationseemedtohaveendedthere,butpresentlyhecamebacktoit.

           "IfIwastogo,whowouldlookafter’im?"Hejerkedhisheadtowardhismaster."Whowould’egettoserve’im?"

           "Someoneelse,"Isuggestedlamely.

           "Not’e.Noonewouldstayaweek.IfIwastogo,that’ousewouldrundownlikeawatchwiththemainspringout.I’mtellingyoubecauseyou’re’isfriend,andyououghttoknow.IfIwastotake’imat’isword—butthere,Iwouldn’thavethe’eart.’Eandthemissuswouldbeliketwobabesleftoutinabundle.I’mjusteverything.Andthen’egoesandgivesmenotice."

           "Whywouldnoonestay?"Iasked.

           "Well,theywouldn’tmakeallowances,sameasIdo.’E’saverycleverman,themaster—socleverthat’e’scleanbalmysometimes.

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