Why! There he was back again. “Six minutes and eight seconds going,” he shouted, “and eight minutes and one second coming back!”,
Gray-haired, delicate, with sorrowful eyes and long, white hands, Uncle Isaac sat in his big, carved, oaken chair.,
They followed him through the church to the cloisters, at the extremity of which was a small door, which the friar unlocked. It opened upon the woods..
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