“Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. But that doesn’t alter the fact that there IS innocence. He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his “hobby.
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