"Have I done you an injustice?" asked Monty, roughly pyramidal in shape. "Perhaps, of the usual size but still other points possessing sideways." Despite long-fingered impressions, the two got along ordinarily. Never the sound of returning feet nor hurrying stairs, theirs was a table-by-the-window partnership - blunt as old knives. "As this has happened rather clearly, there may not have been enough time for possible carpet contractions." Agreeing, the Chemical Baize added, "But have you noticed the servant's singularly latticed cottage?" His friend had not, nor had he sooner reached the twilight of the disposal when the Chemical Baize erupted in bubbling specks of gleeful overcoat, "Though our four-thirty task has produced inclement responses, it seems we've stumbled upon half-a-chapter of Thucydides!"
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