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I know as well as the next man that a ship is called from the rigging she carries, where the live wind blows, and not from the hull.
( When you see him, you'll notice his habit of fingering, I might almost say, stroking a large mole with black hairs on it, by his right temple.
He is the sort who, with an appraising eye, would cross the street to help a strange woman on to a bus and then pinch her.
He's always worn a broad-brimmed hat, and I've noticed, in my small study at the Society, that he rather smells of cosmetics.
Fortunately we were alone in the building -- so few people nowadays are interested even in their own past or in the lovely craft of other days -- for they began to abuse each other in the foulest language.
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