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Now the legs are crossed, and the hands thrown behind the head; now he digs his elbows into the little Gothic writing table before him, and buries his hands in that puissant white hair of his. The quiddities of Floorem, _q.c._, are beyond human patience. NOW THE LEGS ARE CROSSED AND THE HANDS THROWN BEHIND THE HEAD NOW HE DIGS HIS ELBOWS INTO THE LITTLE GOTHIC WRITING TABLE BEFORE HIM AND BURIES HIS HANDS IN THAT PUISSANT WHITE HAIR OF HIS THE QUIDDITIES OF FLORUM C ARE BEYOND HUMAN PATIENCE
ather-beaten, ugly, faithful, Scotch-collie type. Not a soft, imploring, yielding face. Rather a tearing, mocking, pugnacious cast of countenance. The mouth is fashioned to the saying of harsh, hard, impertinent things: not cruel, but downright; but never to whisper compliments, or simper out platitudes. A nose, too, that can snuff the battle afar off, and with dilated nostrils breathe forth a glory that is sometimes terrible; but not a nose for a pouncet-box, or a Covent Garden bouquet, or a _flacon_ of Frangipani. Would not care much for truffles either, I think, or the delicate aroma of sparkling Moselle. Would prefer onions or strongly-infused malt and hops; something honest and unsophisticated. Watch this old man narrowly, young visitor to the Lords. Scan his furrowed visage. Mark his odd angular ways and gestures passing uncouth. Now he crouches, very dog-like, in his crimson bench: clasps one shepherd’s plaid leg in both his hands. Botherem, _q.c._, is talking nonsense, I think. MONESQUE OR OTHERWISE RATHER A SHAGGY GNARLED BATTERED WEATHER BEATEN UGLY FAITHFUL SCOTCH COLLY TYPE NOT A SOFT IMPLORING YIELDING FACE RATHER A TEARING MOCKING PUGNACIOUS CAST OF COUNTENANCE THE MOUTH IS FASHIONED TO THE SAYING OF HARSH HARD IMPERTINENT THINGS NOT CRUEL BUT DOWNRIGHT BUT NEVER TO WHISPER COMPLIMENTS OR SIMPER OUT PLATITUDES A NOSE TOO THAT CAN SNUFF THE BATTLE AFAR OFF AND WITH DILATED NOSTRILS BREATHE FORTH A GLORY THAT IS SOMETIMES TERRIBLE BUT NOT A NOSE FOR A POUNCET BOX OR A COVENT GARDEN BOUQUET OR A FLACONS OF FRINGE WOULD NOT CARE MUCH FOR TRUFFLES EITHER I THINK OR THE DELICATE AROMO SPARKLING MOSELLE WOULD PREFER ONIONS OR STRONGLY INFUSED MOLTEN HOPS SOMETHING HONEST AND UNSOPHISTICATED WATCH THIS OLD MAN NARROWLY YOUNG VISITOR TO THE LORDS SCAN HIS FURRIED VISAGE MARK HIS ODD ANGULAR WAYS AND GESTURES PASSING UNCOUTH NOW HE CROUCHES VERY DOG LIKE IN HIS CRIMSON BENCH CLASPS ONE SHEPHERD'S PLAGUE LEG IN BOTH HIS HANDS BOTHERUM C IS TALKING NONSENSE I THINK
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