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decanters and dessert, foxes’ heads and running hounds for sporting announcements, ecclesiastical devices and monograms, crowns, Odd Fellows’ arms, the wood-cut of a prize bull, decorative bands, the splendid jumble of a century of English job-printing.
“I say, sir, what fun. You could do all sorts of things with these.”
“We will, Charles.”
Tamplin looked at the amateurs with disgust. “I say, sir, I’ve just remembered something I must do. Do you mind awfully if I don’t stay?”
“Run along, old Tamplin.” When he had gone, Mr. Graves said, “I’m sorry Tamplin doesn’t like me.”
“Why can he not let things pass?” thought Charles. “Why does he always have to comment on everything?”
“You don’t like me either, Charles. But you like the press.”
“Yes,” said Charles, “I like the press.”
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