"
"Well?" asked Embro, when Lefevre had raised his eyes from the paper.
"What do you think of it?"
"Curious," said Lefevre. "I can't say more, since I know nothing of it
but this. Have you read it, Julius?"
"No," said Julius; "I hate what people call news; and when I take up a
paper, it's only to look at the Weather Forecasts." Lefevre handed him
the paper, which he took with an unconcealed look of repulsion. "If it's
some case of disease," said he, "it will make me ill."
"Oh no," said Lefevre; "it's not painful, but it's curious;" and so
Julius set himself to read it.
"But come," said Embro, posing the question with his forefinger; "do you
believe that story, Lefevre?"
"Though it's French, and from the 'Telegraph,'" said Lefevre, "I see no
reason to disbelieve it."
"Come," said Embro, "come--you're shirking the question."
"I confess," said Lefevre, "I've no desire to discuss it. You think me
prejudiced in favour of anything of the kind; perhaps I think you
prejudiced against it: where, then, is the good of discussion?"
"Well, now," said the unabashed Embro, "I'll tell you what I think.
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