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- well, to the other Miss Ruggles, who
had wafted in with the kettle.
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"Oh, surely not so long ago as that,
dear," was the reply. "Perhaps a
minute, Mr. Fallon. One is so liable
to err, I think, in the matter of estimating
time, Mr. Fallon. Very often
one says a minute, meaning in reality
a much shorter period."
"My dear!" murmured the other Miss Ruggles.
"Oh, quite unconsciously, so to speak, with no intention of deceiving! It is only that sixty seconds is so much more protracted a space of time than we realize, my dear." She lighted the alcohol lamp and seated herself beside the table, looking across at Miles with an expression of arch excitement. "There is such an interesting experiment one may try, Mr. Fallon."
