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turned out if he'd had the designing of his son and heir.
Mr. Raycie was a monumental man.
His extent in height, width and thickness
was so nearly the same that whichever
way he was turned one had an almost
equally broad view of him; and every inch
of that mighty circumference was so exquisitely cared for that to a farmer's eye
he might have suggested a great agricultural estate of which not an acre is untilled. Even his baldness, which was in proportion to the rest, looked as if it
received a special daily polish; and on a
hot day his whole person was like some
wonderful example of the costliest irrigation. There was so much of him, and
he had so many planes, that it was fascinating to watch each runnel of moisture follow its own particular watershed.
Even on his large fresh-looking hands the
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