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`There I object,' said Filby. `Of course a solid body may

exist. All real things--'

The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of

him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes

shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and

that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his

this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.

`Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon?'