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THE LOST TRUMPET 267
chair and regarding his colleague closely. Aslaug
Simonssen, a strayed daughter of the vikings, stared
at the Jew with her lips a little apart. It was Marrot
who broke the silence.
“Problem: What is the difference between a
white elephant and a Lost Trumpet found ? What
are you going to do with the thing, Huebsch ?”
“Well, well, read the inscription, I guess, so
soon as I can see it through this coating of grime.’,
Marrot was at his side in a moment. “Inscription ?
H’m. So there is.”
The window circle collected all of us, except
Quaritch, who still sat and rubbed his ears. Looking
through the window I saw the day very close by
then, and the cypress boughs waving in the coming
of the morning wind. Pelagueya’s shoulder touched
mine and I glanced down at her face, sweet and
eager as her body. ... It was pity Rodin had died
v/ithout knowing Pelagueya. ‘Eternal Spring¬
time’—she would have made a fine woman counter¬
part of that. . . . Huebsch was muttering to himself.
“Not much of it. And plain enough.”
Pelagueya shook his arm. “Then do read it.”
“Eh ? Sure. Something like this, Princess :
The Trumpet of God's Man."
Subchapter iv
The electric light had grown pallid, almost green.
Now that zone of daylight widened ever more
quickly in the sky. And I saw the roofs of Abu Zabal

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