Elgin himself looked ten years younger, now that he’d cast the die, but I thought exuberance had got the better of him when he strode into the saloon later, threw The Origin of Species on the table and announced:"It’s very original, no doubt, but not for a hot evening. What I need is some trollop." I couldn’t believe my ears, and him a churchgoer, too. "Well, my lord, I don't know,” says I. "Maintain ain’t much of a place, but I’ll see what I can drum up —""Michel’s been reading Doctor Thorne since Take," cried he. "He must have finished it by now, surely! Ask him, Fleischman, will you?" So I did, and had my ignorance, enlightened.

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