Lesgle is in his nightshirt, sitting up in bed. "Why, it was unremarkable. I caught no beetles." After a moment's thought he leans over and turns on the light, scrubbing his face. Such tufts of hair as remain to him are sticking up. "And so far as I know I've only been going forward in time. Creeping in this petty pace from day to day. Pardon my English; it's Shakespeare-- But come in, come in, I haven't rented out your place to any new tenant yet. Tell me about your beetle, my dear fellow, and it's so pleasant to see you again. I was sure you'd be back. Didn't I tell you so, cats?"
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Lesgle is in his nightshirt, sitting up in bed. "Why, it was unremarkable. I caught no beetles." After a moment's thought he leans over and turns on the light, scrubbing his face. Such tufts of hair as remain to him are sticking up. "And so far as I know I've only been going forward in time. Creeping in this petty pace from day to day. Pardon my English; it's Shakespeare-- But come in, come in, I haven't rented out your place to any new tenant yet. Tell me about your beetle, my dear fellow, and it's so pleasant to see you again. I was sure you'd be back. Didn't I tell you so, cats?"