" "Holloa! my hearty!" cried Ben, starting to his feet. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. There must be ways of getting rid of him. ” “Your knowledge of our ways,” he murmured “is profound. They are blinded to all fine and subtle things —they look at life with bloodshot eyes and dilated nostrils. ” “Go ahead.
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