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It’s for you to say if I may sit on it. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. I had a hard fight to begin with to win my way into the Upper Division—I was third on a list of fortyseven—and since then I have found myself promoted almost yearly in a widening sphere of social service. Sometimes these dreams are simple and tender; sometimes they are magnificent. By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. It was common name, so I was thrown off the scent.
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