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A Mystery to Be Solved at Any Price

           Whatwasthegoodofallthisfussaboutanoldquarto,boundinroughcalf,ayellow,fadedvolume,witharaggedsealdependingfromit? 

           ButforallthattherewasnolullyetintheadmiringexclamationsoftheProfessor. 

           "See,"hewenton,bothaskingthequestionsandsupplyingtheanswers."Isn’titabeauty? Yes;splendid! Didyoueverseesuchabinding? Doesn’tthebookopeneasily? Yes; itstopsopenanywhere. Butdoesitshutequallywell? Yes; forthebindingandtheleavesareflush,allinastraightline,andnogapsoropeningsanywhere. Andlookatitsback,aftersevenhundredyears. Why,Bozerian,Closs,orPurgoldmighthavebeenproudofsuchabinding!" 

           Whilerapidlymakingthesecommentsmyunclekeptopeningandshuttingtheoldtome. Ireallycoulddonolessthanaskaquestionaboutitscontents,althoughIdidnotfeeltheslightestinterest. 

           "Andwhatisthetitleofthismarvellouswork?" Iaskedwithanaffectedeagernesswhichhemusthavebeenveryblindnottoseethrough. 

           "Thiswork,"repliedmyuncle,firingupwithrenewedenthusiasm,"thisworkistheHeimsKringlaofSnorreTurlleson,themostfamousIcelandicauthorofthetwelfthcentury! ItisthechronicleoftheNorwegianprinceswhoruledinIceland." 

           "Indeed; "Icried,keepingupwonderfully,"ofcourseitisaGermantranslation?" 

           "What! "sharplyrepliedtheProfessor,"atranslation! WhatshouldIdowithatranslation? 

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