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The quiddities of Floorem, _q.c._, are beyond human patience. Then with a wrench, a wriggle, a shake, a half turn and half start up  still very dog like, but of the Newfoundland rather, now  he asks a lawyer or a witness a question. Question very sharp and to the point, not often complimentary by times, and couched in that which is neither broad Scotch nor Northumbrian burr, but a rebellious mixture of the two. THE QUIDDITIES OF FLORUM C ARE BEYOND HUMAN PATIENCE THEN WITH A WRENCH A WRIGGLE A SHAKE A HALF TURN AND A HALF START UP STILL VERY DOG LIKE BUT OF THE NEW FOUNDLAND RATHER NOW HE ASKS A LAWYER OR WITNESS A QUESTION QUESTION VERY SHARP AND TO THE POINT NOT OFTEN COMPLIMENTARY BY TIMES AND COUCHED IN THAT WHICH IS NEITHER BROAD SCOTCH NOR NORTHUMBRIAN BUR BUT A REBELLIOUS MIXTURE OF THE TWO
 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. 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. NCE 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 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
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