But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. Jeez! It was about time. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. E. ‘Unless he is himself a man of substance.
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