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" "I'm sorry. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. . They could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption.
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