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The Old Man Who Knew Everything |
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"Eh? " "You are wrong about the Sleeper. I haven't told you before, but I will tell you now. You are wrong about the Sleeper." "How do you know? I thought you didn't know anything--not even about Pleasure Cities." Graham paused. "You don't know," said the old man. "How are you to know? It's very few men--" "I _am_ the Sleeper." He had to repeat it. There was a brief pause. "There's a silly thing to say, sir, if you'll excuse me. It might get you into trouble in a time like this," said the old man. Graham, slightly dashed, repeated his assertion. "I was saying I was the Sleeper. That years and years ago I did, indeed, fall asleep, in a little stonebuilt village, in the days when there were hedgerows, and villages, and inns, and all the countryside cut up into little pieces, little fields. Have you never heard of those days? And it is I--I who speak to you--who awakened again these four days since." "Four days since!--the Sleeper! But they've got the Sleeper. They have him and they won't let him go. Nonsense! You've been talking sensibly enough up to now. I can see it as though I was there. There will be Lincoln like a keeper just behind him; they won't let him go about alone. Trust them. You're a queer fellow. One of these fun pokers. I see now why you have been clipping your words so oddly, but--" He stopped abruptly, and Graham could see his gesture. "As if Ostrog would let the Sleeper run about alone! No, you're telling that to the wrong man altogether. Eh! as if I should believe. What's your game? And besides, we've been talking of the Sleeper." |
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