Warren's eyes flew wide open with astonishment. "Sent it to me?"
"Yes, he wants two hundred copies of our next edition. One hundred to discharge the old debt, and the five dollars is to pay for the other hundred."
"Lyman, you rubbed the lamp. Don't rub it again right away. Let me hold this thing a minute."
"You may hold it until the express company takes it away from you."
"Hush, don't make a noise. You'll wake me up. Let me dream."
"She was there," said Lyman, after a brief silence.
"A dreamer listening to a dream," Warren vacantly replied.
"I had quite a talk with her. She is not a doll. She's a woman with a soul and a mind."
"You are gone," said Warren, wrapping the bank note about his finger.
"No, I'm not gone. I am decidedly here, and I am going to stay here to protect her."