*    *    *    *    *

We found ourselves sitting next to one another and from the very inception
of our relationship we were, in the very best sense of the words, like ham and eggs.

*    *    *    *    *

The lady belonging to the school of thought which holds that we should not let
the sun go down on our wrath, the interview had taken place that same night shortly
before the hour of retiring to rest, and it had sent Ambrose to bed in a condition
of sandbagged pessimism which still prevailed in all its pristine intensity.

*    *    *    *    *

"You have the most infernal habit," he said, "when anyone says the simplest thing to you,
of letting your lower jaw drop and looking like a half-witted sheep staring over a fence."

*    *    *    *    *

The joviality faded from Mr. Llewellyn's face, as if it had been wiped with a squeegee.
Abruptly, he looked tense, alarmed, like a fly inspecting a piece of fly-paper.

*    *    *    *    *

He beamed a little more, and then allowed his smile to fade out,
leaving behind it a grave, concerned look.

*    *    *    *    *

He felt like a loving python.

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