"Your master wants a few table-spoons, child," said Mrs. We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis. That, I think, is manifest. Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. We are not animals. Obviously he is still interested.
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