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ingly: "It's because you can play and I can't. It's amusing, this end, to feel a hand as live as that."
Mather, too, was soothed, and a new sensation distracted Jones: something sharp that shot right up the inner side of his leg. He twisted the leg again, and again that pain shot, keen as toothache. Heavens, he thought, so that's sciatica.
The two figures walked up and down the big open study. An onlooker would have thought they were two philosophers lost in reflection over some shared intellectual problem. In truth, they were both engrossed in nothing but feeling. Each was wandering up and down the strange lodging in which he found himself; trying the doors, the odd cupboards, the back rooms; looking down mysterious ill-lit passages; listening in at private telephones; peering out from mysterious windows. It was like moving through a strange house at dusk and every now and then tripping over wires which gave you a shock, switched on a light, or rang a bell.
After a silence, Jones heard Mather muttering again in that provoking Jones-parody voice:
" It's a clumsy body," the voice said.
" Nonsense," he retorted. "It's simply because you don't know how to run a high-powered car. Don't you go flinging it about. It's a bigger thing than you're used to."
" Well, you take care of mine. You're not used to as fine a piece of mechanism."
A sudden gust of anger swept through Jones. He felt a strong temptation to pinch one of these highly prized fingers in the door-only then he, Jones, would have to endure all the pain.
Well, it was no use wrangling. Mather was so stupid as

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