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He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his “hobby. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. I tried painting and couldn’t get on. Not Trodger. I was the last on board. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. ‘But the fact remains that you should not have enjoyed it, you were quite right to threaten to kill me, and I— God help me!—should not have kissed you at all. "I understand, Sir," replied Davies, drawing a little aside.
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