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He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. "We shall have the whole village upon us while you're striking the jigger. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage leading to the back stairs. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. ’ ‘Unfair!’ echoed his junior. “One has to be so careful of one’s friends and acquaintances,” he remarked, by way of transition. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own. The Ragged Edge. The fire still burned brightly.
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