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"'And if you'd like to know how we were occupied,' said I, 'we
were both wanting something--and the same thing. We haven't
told one another what it is, and you are called in to guess.'
"'Oh, a thought-reading _seance_. Right.' He turned the chair
about, sat on it straddle-wise and crossed his arms over the
curved top bar. 'Let me see,' he mused, leaning forward,
pulling at his cigar and bringing his eyes, after they had
travelled over the crowd, back firmly to us. ''Two souls with
but a single thought,'' he quoted, ''two hearts that beat as
one.' . . . Well, now, if you were of my country and from my
parts I'd string you like two jays on one perch--How say'st,
prithee, and in sooth yes, sure! I'd sing you _The Cowpuncher's
Lament_, sweet and low, with tears in my voice. As it is, I'll
be getting the local colour a bit smudged, maybe: but I guess--
I guess,' said Caffyn--and his gaze seemed to turn inward and
become far withdrawn--'I guess--'O Hardy, kiss me ere I die!'--
No, that's wrong: it isn't the cockpit of the _Victory_.
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