A little monograph on the ashes of one hundred and forty different varieties of pipe, cigar, and cigarette tobacco.
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You know my powers, my dear Watson, and yet at the end of three months I was forced to confess that I had at last met an antagonist who was my intellectual equal. My horror at his crimes was lost in my admiration at his skill.
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It was a September evening, and not yet seven o'clock, but the day had been a dreary one, and a dense drizzly fog lay low upon the great city. Mud-colored clouds drooped sadly over the muddy streets. Down the Strand the lamps were but misty splotches of diffused light which threw a feeble circular glimmer upon the slimy pavement. The yellow glare from the shop-windows streamed out into the steamy, vaporous air, and threw a murky, shifting radiance across the crowded thoroughfare. There was, to my mind, something eerie and ghost-like in the endless procession of faces which flitted across these narrow bars of light,--sad faces and glad, haggard and merry. Like all human kind, they flitted from the gloom into the light, and so back into the gloom once more.
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Come what may, I am bound to think that all things are ordered for the best though when the good is a furlong off, and we with our beetle eyes can only see three inches, it takes some confidence in general principles to pull us through.
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Our young friend makes up for many obvious mental lacunae by some measure of primitive common sense, remarked Challenger.
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What the deuce is it to me he interrupted impatiently you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.
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