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trickery. There was a breath of wind, and the lamp flame jumped.
One of the candles on the mantel was blown out, and the little
brass and ivory; and it was gone--vanished! Save for the lamp
under the table. At that the Time Traveller laughed cheerfully.
`Certainly,' said the Time Traveller, stooping to light a spill
to have a journey on my own account.'
`Because I presume that it has not moved in space, and if it
when we were here; and the Thursday before that; and so forth!'