“Reuben, come here. “Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. But one must disguise oneself. They went to the Zoological Gardens together one Saturday to see for themselves a point of morphological interest about the toucan’s bill—that friendly and entertaining bird—and they spent the rest of the afternoon walking about and elaborating in general terms this theme and the superiority of intellectual fellowship to all merely passionate relationships.
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