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It was seven o'clock in the evening. Judge Jarriquez had all the time / been absorbed in working at the puzzle -- and was no further advanced -- and / had forgotten the time of repast and the time of repose, when there came / a knock at his study door.
It was time. An hour later, and all the cerebral substance of the vexed / magistrate would certainly have evaporated under the intense heat into / which he had worked his head.