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It was impossible to meet the motion bodily. Arrived within a short distance of his destination, he came to a halt, and pointing out a dark court nearly opposite the woollen-draper's abode, told the chairmen to wait there till they were summoned. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. He did not even reply to her for several minutes. ***** At the end of each day Ah Cum would inquire as to the progress of the patient, and invariably the answer was: "About the same. But the girl stood outside the circle of Ah Cum's knowledge—rather profound—of human impulses. “I wouldn’t have been without this trip for worlds. The prisoner breathed with difficulty. Stanley, standing up with a sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment.
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