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Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. ’ ‘Distract me? She nigh on gave me an apoplexy. Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. ” His lips tightened, and he frowned with solemn resolution. The Widgetts talked with a remarkable absence of external coverings; the Palsworthys found all the meanings of life on its surfaces. “That’s all very well when one isn’t the material experimented upon,” Ann Veronica had remarked.
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