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[1429] see how well that^ey are assorted. [1430] And it would not surprise me to
lear,ⁿ that they had been bought, one at the hatter's, the other
at the tailor's, perhaps the same day and by the same toff, for
such men exist, I mean fine handsome men six foot tall and over
and all in keeping but the head, small from over-breeding.

[1431] And it
is a pleasure to find oneself again in the presence of one of those
immutable relations between harmoniously perishing terms and the
effect of which is this, that when weary to death one is almost
resigned to I was going to say to the immortality of the soul,
but I don't see the connexion.

[1432] But to pass on now to the garments
that really matter, subjacent and even intimate, all that can be
said is that this of for the moment is delicate ground. [1433] For Sapo -
no, I can't call him that any more, and I even wonder how I was
able to stomach such a name till now. [1434] So then for, let me see,
for Macmann, that's not much better but there is no time to lose,
for Macmann might be stark staring naked under this this surtout
for all anyone would be any the wiser.

[1435] The trouble is he does not
stir. [1436] Since morning he has been here and now it is evening. [1438] The
tugs, their black funnels striped with red, tow to their moorings
the last barges, frz^eighted with empty barrels. [1439] The water cradles
already the distant fires of the sunset, orange, rose and green,
quenches them in its ruffles and then in trembling pools spreads
them bright again.

[1440] His back is turned to the river, but perhaps it
appears to him in the dreadful cries of the gulls that evening
assembles, in frenzies ^paroxysms of hunger, round the outflow of the sewers,
opposite the Bellevue Hotel. [1441] Yes, they too, in a last frenzy before
night and its high crags, swoop ravening about the offal. [1442] But his