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"you need not be afraid. our countrymen never recognize a description."
"forty of us, in forty arm-chairs. we are practising for an english academy of letters."
his mother was waiting for him below. she grumbled at his unpunctuality, as he entered. he made no answer, but sat down to his meagre meal. the flies buzzed round the table and crawled over the stained cloth. through the rumble of omnibuses, and the clatter of street-cabs, he could hear the droning voice devouring each minute that was left to him.