"I don't want to annoy you, but I am simply dying to talk." He had forgotten his own injunction.
"Let us first examine our mine," he said.

"If you bring the lamp we can have a good look at it." Close scrutiny of the work already done merely confirmed the accuracy of his first impressions.

Whilst Iris held the light he opened up the seam with a few strokes of the pick.

Each few inches it broadened into a noteworthy volcanic dyke, now yellow in its absolute purity, at times a bluish black when fused with other metals.

The additional labor involved caused him to follow up the line of the fault.