As they passed through a lane of the tables Stephen said: --Cranly, I want to speak to you. There is no writer can touch sir Walter Scott. Who is this boy? Why is he on his knees? What is your name, boy? --Fleming, sir. I began to watch them in a stifled suspense, a disguised excitement that might well, had it continued too long, have turned to something like madness.
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