Stop a bit! I wonder whether _that's_ the book you have been looking after?
Are you like me?
Do you like reading Trials ?" Trials?
Had I heard her aright?
Yes: she had said Trials.
I answered by an affirmative motion of my head.

I was still speechless.
The girl sauntered in her cool way to the fire-place, and, taking up the tongs, returned with them to the book-case.
"Here's where the book fell," she said--"in the space between the book-case and the wall.

I'll have it out in no time." I waited without moving a muscle, without uttering a word.
She approached me with the tongs in one hand and with a plainly bound volume in the other.
"Is that the book ?" she said.

"Open it, and see." I took the book from her.
"It is tremendously interesting," she went on.

"I've read it twice over--I have.