All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

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With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

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In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

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I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

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I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

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I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

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As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

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A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

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I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

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All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

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With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

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In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

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I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

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I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

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I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

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As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

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I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

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All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

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With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

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In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

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I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

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All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

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With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

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In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

Unselect

I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

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All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

Unselect

With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

Unselect

In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

Unselect

I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

Unselect

All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

Unselect

With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

Unselect

In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

Unselect

I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

Unselect

All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

Unselect

With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

Unselect

In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

Unselect

I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

Unselect

All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

Unselect

With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

Unselect

In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

Unselect

I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

Unselect

A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

Unselect

All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

Unselect

With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

Unselect

In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

Unselect

I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

Unselect

A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

Unselect

All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.

Unselect

With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

Unselect

In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.

Unselect

I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.

Unselect

I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.

Unselect

I endeavoured to apologise for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.

Unselect

As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.

Unselect

A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.

Unselect

I confess that I made little progress.

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A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.

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