y nigique book, one of —and ts beside me, to study its singular covers.

    You like it, Rivers? asks my uncle as  is very rare?

    I s must be, sir.

    And you t, t ther copies?

    I , yes.

    So you mig ors, y by otem rare, if no-one s it? e call t a dead

    book. But, say a score of identical copies are sougand me?

    Mr Rivers nods. I do. ticle is relative to t  is very quaint. And  we  heard?

    My uncle gro up for auction, and see! ha?

    Mr Rivers laugo be sure, yes . . .

    But beyond teness, ful. es eet t  and surprising pink.  rey fusses hen he speaks again.

    And w of a pair of books, Mr Lilly,  by a single buyer? o be valued?

    A pair? My uncle puts dowo volumes?

    A pair of complementary titles. A man o secure tly add to t?

    Of course, sir!

    I t it.

    Men pay absurdly for suchings, says Mr huss.

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    tly; and talk on. e sit and listen—or pretend to—and soon urns and studies my face. May I ask you somet do you see, for yourself, after tion of your uncles work?—Now, w?

    I  I suppose must be a bitter sort of smile. I say, Your question means not. My uncles ten t must be added to too many lost books to be rediscovered; too mucainty. rey will

    debate it for ever. Look at tends,  once begin its supplements.

    You mean to keep beside  time?—I  ansed as he?

    I  last. My skills are fee uncommon.

    You are a lady, ly, and y