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him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
`I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable
ground for it. You will soon admit as much as I need from you.
upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
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