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Prokop looked at Mr. Carson in amazement. He was surprised to find that his face was no longer an insipid one, glowing with kindliness; it had grown serious and severe, the eyes of this zealous man had disappeared behind his heavy lids and only for an instant now and then did they flash out sharply. "Don't be foolish," he said emphatically. "Sell us Krakatit and the thing is done."
"But how do you know... ? " said Prokop hoarsely.