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awake. "Good God!" he cried, "are you Saylor?"
"Yes—why not?"
The editor made no answer, but continued staring.
"I passed the night there—it seems," said Saylor.
"They say that things were uncommonly quiet out there," the editor said, trifling with a paper-weight upon which he had dropped his eyes, "did anything occur?"
"Nothing whatever."
