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She said. “I wonder if there are any good women really. One or the other. As he returned to the table, he put his
finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better
chance of winning his wager. The solemn
strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across
the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly
distinguishable. Jackson, gallantly. All of which proves that the doctor also had his moments of distraction,
with this difference: he was not distracted from his subject matter. The blue jowl,
the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head,
the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the
doctor's olden mental picture.
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