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you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description. Ann Veronica wiped a scalpel, put a card over a watch-glass
containing thin shreds of embryonic guinea-pig swimming in mauve stain, and
dismantled her microscope. Our quarrel's quite over. But then you're an adopted
son, and that makes all the difference. Either she had been seen, or they were seeking the air. The hansom drove off.
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