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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: remarked, the more convex portraits with the white vest and those
statuettes with the hands behind the back which threw forward the
figure. The Durgans watched him through it all, sardonically.
And he would stand after breakfast at times in the light of the
window at Lady Grove, a little apart, with two fingers of one
hand stuck between his waistcoat-buttons and his chin sunken,
thinking,--the most preposterous little fat man in the world.
It made my aunt feel, she said, "like an old Field
Marshal--knocks me into a cocked hat, George!"
Perhaps this Napoleonic bias made him a little less frequent with
his cigars than he would otherwise have been, but of that I
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