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He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. I loathe this room. "I am going to give you a try. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. Come!” They went out together and he called a hansom.
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