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with the red mustache, vaguely; "a new trade!"
"A new trade," repeated Grant, with a strange exultation, "a new profession! What a pity it is immoral."
"But what the deuce is it?" cried Drummond, and I, in a breath of blasphemy.
"It is," said Grant, calmly, "the great new trade of the Organizer of Repartee. This fat old gentleman lying on the ground strikes you, as I have no doubt, as very stupid and very rich. Let me clear his character. He is, like ourselves, very clever and very poor, He is also not really at all fat; all that is stuffing. He is not particularly old, and his name is not Cholmondeliegh. He is a swindler, and a swindler of a perfectly delightful and novel kind. He hires himself out at dinner-parties to lead up to other people's repartees. According to a preconcerted scheme (which you may find on that piece of paper), he says the stupid things he has arranged for himself, and his client says the clever things arranged for him. In short, he
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