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           Traddles,atnumbertwointheCourt,hasnotarisingreputationamongthelawyers?’

           ‘Neverheardhisname,’saidthewaiter,inarichhuskyvoice.

           IfeltquiteapologeticforTraddles.

           ‘He’sayoungman,sure?’saidtheportentouswaiter,fixinghiseyesseverelyonme.‘HowlonghashebeenintheInn?’

           ‘Notabovethreeyears,’saidI.

           Thewaiter,whoIsupposedhadlivedinhischurchwarden’spewforfortyyears,couldnotpursuesuchaninsignificantsubject.HeaskedmewhatIwouldhavefordinner?

           IfeltIwasinEnglandagain,andreallywasquitecastdownonTraddles’saccount.Thereseemedtobenohopeforhim.Imeeklyorderedabitoffishandasteak,andstoodbeforethefiremusingonhisobscurity.

           AsIfollowedthechiefwaiterwithmyeyes,Icouldnothelpthinkingthatthegardeninwhichhehadgraduallyblowntobetheflowerhewas,wasanarduousplacetorisein.Ithadsuchaprescriptive,stiff-necked,long-established,solemn,elderlyair.

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