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This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. "He can't escape. It had a tiny flaw, most bizarre. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. Let me go my own way towards them. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. He could not possibly lunge in the confined space, and so had nothing to do but back himself into the chapel as fast as he could. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square. What he there noticed occasioned a marked change in his demeanour. "And now, Sir," he said, preparing to take his departure, "will you add to the obligation already conferred by informing me where I can meet with Mr.

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