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Step turned again to meet Cranlys eyes.
-- Perell me, o my ear. Can you?
A dull sco table o e ly:
-- A sugar!
-- Quis est in malo ep vos?
Cranly did not take up taunt. and repeated force:
-- A flaming bloody sugar, ts w he is!
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tohe hall.
-- here you are! said MacCann cheerily.
-- ephen.
-- Late as usual. Can you not combine tendency for punctuality?
-- t question is out of order, said Step business. ablet
of milk ce s breast-pocket. A little ring of listeners closed round to s. A lean student o t eaco try to catc moutook a small grey and began to examine it closely, turning it over and over.
-- Next business? said MacCann. hom!
er, smiled broadly and tugged t traee w chin.
-- t business is to sign testimonial.
-- ill you pay me anytephen.
-- I t you , said MacCann.
tudent looked about inct bleating voice.
-- By s a queer notion. I consider t notion to be a mercenary notion.
o silence. No o urned oeping o speak again.
MacCann began to speak energy of tsars rescript, of Stead, of general disarmament arbitration in cases of international disputes, of times, of ty and t ty to secure as cest possible est possible number.
tudent responded to the period by crying:
-- therhood!
-- Go on, temple, said a stout ruddy student near and you a pint after.
-- Im a believer in universal brotemple, glancing about of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod.
Cranly gripped igo congue, smiling uneasily, and repeated:
-- Easy, easy, easy!
temple struggled to free continued, hin foam:
-- Socialism , thony Collins!
A the ring replied:
-- Pip! pip!
Moyniephens ear:
-- And Jotle sister:
Lottie Collins lost he