But it wasn't that.
"All he said was: 'I wonder how you know so much about it, Bunning.' I couldn't say anything.

Then he said, 'I'm going to ask Dune.' That was all.

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all," he wretchedly repeated, and then, with a movement of utter despair, flung his head into his hands, and cried.
Olva, standing straight with his hands at his side, looked through his window at the world---at the white lights on the lower sky, at the pearl grey roofs and the little cutting of dim white street and the high grey college wall.