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That sounds a trifle too florid even for Colt--the sort of thing Colt would achieve if he could.

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Upon my word, I believe you must have been sitting under Tarbolt!" Mr.Simeon blushed guiltily to the eyes.

But it was ever the mischief with Brother Copas's worldly scent that he overran it on the stronger scent of an argument.
"But it's precisely a working daily religion, a religion that belongs to a man when he _is_ himself, that I'm after," he ran on.
"You fellows hold that a sound religious life will ensure you an eternity of bliss at the end.