It would tax his invention, certainly, and I felt, this time, over his real embarrassment, a curious thrill of triumph. The plump bald sergeant major was testing with his foot the springboard of the vaulting horse. But the kettle would be on the hob to make punch. God was God's name just as his name was Stephen.
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