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The Sound Of A Tumult |
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"Odd" said Graham. " Guardian? Council?" Then turning his back on the new comer, he asked in an undertone, "Why is this man glaring at me? Is he a mesmerist? " "Mesmerist! He is a capillotomist." "Capillotomist!" "Yes--one of the chief. His yearly fee is sixdoz lions." It sounded sheer nonsense. Graham snatched at the last phrase with an unsteady mind. "Sixdoz lions?" he said. "Didn't you have lions? I suppose not. You had the old pounds? They are our monetary units." "But what was that you said--sixdoz? " "Yes. Six dozen, Sire. Of course things, even these little things, have altered. You lived in the days of the decimal system, the Arab system--tens, and little hundreds and thousands. We have eleven numerals now. We have single figures for both ten and eleven, two figures for a dozen, and a dozen dozen makes a gross, a great hundred, you know, a dozen gross a dozand, and a dozand dozand a myriad. Very simple?" "I suppose so," said Graham. "But about this cap--what was it? " The man with the flaxen beard glanced over his shoulder. "Here are your clothes!" he said. Graham turned round sharply and saw the tailor standing at his elbow smiling, and holding some palpably new garments over his arm. The crop-headed boy, by means of one finger, was impelling the complicated machine towards the lift by which he had arrived. Graham stared at the completed suit. "You don't mean to say--!" |
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