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His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. He jumps the words out of your mouth; he takes hold of what you have to say before you have had time to express it properly. I'll remember that. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. We are amiable to one another, but we don’t mix.
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