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” “Very sad—very sad indeed,” he remarked uneasily. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. “How ridiculous! Fancy you with all that money! For heaven’s sake, though, do not go about playing the Don Quixote like this. . ‘You said she was beautiful. That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. The Chapel. I'll be feeling fine in no time.
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