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Selingman took little heed of the cordon around Maraton. He brushed them all to one side, and when at last confronted by the final barrier, in the shape of Julia, he only patted her gently upon the back.
"Ah, but my dear child," he exclaimed, "you do not understand! Listen. I raise my voice, I shout -- like this -- 'Maraton, it is I who am here -- Selingman! ' You see, he will come if he is within hearing. You know of me, you pale-faced child? You have heard of Selingman, is it not so?"