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JOHN MALCOLM SWAN
until tea steamed in the pot, forget himself in the mazes of an abstract theory until dinner was served, be deaf to the stroke of midnight, and at last, as the clock struck two, slowly and reluctantly descend the steps to the garden and the outer door, ending his argument with a "Do you follow me?" to which I would yawningly reply, "No, I am going to bed."
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