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"Did you? That accounts for its divine flavor. Don't you remember
I took two cups?"
"I saw that your politeness led you to send me your cup a second
time. I suppose you accomplished a vast deal again to-day after
you were once finally rid of an embodiment of April weather?"
"I would lose your respect altogether if I should tell you how I
have spent the afternoon. You would think me an absurd jumble of
moods and tenses. I may as well own up, I suppose. I have done
nothing but kill time, and to that end I took a walk through Central
Park."
"This hot afternoon! Mr. Van Berg, what possessed you?"
"A demon of impatience. It seemed as if old Joshua had commanded
the sun to stand still again."
"You must indeed by a genius, Mr. Van Berg, for I've always heard
that the peculiarly gifted were full of unaccountable moods."
"I understand the satire of your expression 'PECULIARLY gifted,'
but my turn will come before the evening is over," and he leaned
luxuriously back against the sofa cushion with a look of infinite
content with the prospect before him. "Bless me, what is this over
which I have half broken my back," he exclaimed, and he dragged
out of its partial concealment a huge volume.
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