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"
What
,
all
in
the
dark
Tempest
!
"
he
exclaimed
cheerfully
--
"
Why
do
n't
you
light
up
?
"
"
The
fire
's
enough
,
"
--
I
answered
crossly
--
"
Enough
at
any
rate
to
think
by
.
"
"
And
have
you
been
thinking
?
"
he
inquired
laughing
--
"
Do
n't
do
it
.
It
's
a
bad
habit
.
No
one
thinks
now-a-days
--
people
ca
n't
stand
it
--
their
heads
are
too
frail
.
Once
begin
to
think
and
down
go
the
foundations
of
society
--
besides
thinking
is
always
dull
work
.
"
"
I
have
found
it
so
,
"
I
said
gloomily
--
"
Lucio
,
there
is
something
wrong
about
me
somewhere
.
"
His
eyes
flashed
keen
,
half-amused
inquiry
into
mine
.
"
Wrong
?
Oh
no
,
surely
not
!
What
can
there
be
wrong
about
you
,
Tempest
?
Are
you
not
one
of
the
richest
men
living
?
"
I
let
the
satire
pass
.
"
Listen
,
my
friend
,
"
I
said
earnestly
--
"
You
know
I
have
been
busy
for
the
last
fortnight
correcting
the
proofs
of
my
book
for
the
press
--
do
you
not
?
"
He
nodded
with
a
smiling
air
.
"
Well
I
have
arrived
almost
at
the
end
of
my
work
and
I
have
come
to
the
conclusion
that
the
book
is
not
Me
--
it
is
not
a
reflex
of
my
feelings
at
all
--
and
I
can
not
understand
how
I
came
to
write
it
.
"
