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What furniture there was in the room was substantial and clean, as everything belonging to Mrs. Bunting was bound to be, but it was a bare, uncomfortable-looking place, and the landlady now felt sorry that she had done nothing to make it appear more attractive.
To her surprise, however, her companion's dark, sensitive, hatchet-shaped face became irradiated with satisfaction. "Capital! Capital!" he exclaimed, for the first time putting down the bag he held at his feet, and rubbing his long, thin hands together with a quick, nervous movement.
"This is just what I have been looking for." He walked with long, eager strides towards the gas stove. "First-rate - quite first-rate! Exactly what I wanted to find! You must understand, Mrs. - er - Bunting, that I am a man of science. I make, that is, all sorts of experiments, and I often require the - ah, well, the presence of great heat."
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