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He had to go up to Town that morning on Forsyte affairs, and was fully conscious of Gradman's glance sidelong over his spectacles. The old clerk had about him an aura of regretful congratulation. He smelled, as it were, of old days. One could almost hear him thinking: "Mr. Jolyon, ye-es just my age, and gone dear, dear! I dare say she feels it. She was a nice-lookin' woman. Flesh is flesh!
He had to go up to Town that morning on Forsyte affairs, and was fully conscious of Gradman's glance sidelong over his spectacles. The old clerk had about him an aura of regretful congratulation. He smelled, as it were, of old days. One could almost hear him thinking: "Mr. Jolyon, ye-es just my age, and gone dear, dear! I dare say she feels it. She was a mice-lookin' woman. Flesh is flesh!
"Not young Mr. Nicholas? He's at the Bar. We've given 'im briefs." "He'll never set the Thames on fire," said Soames. A smile oozed out on Gradman's face, greasy from countless mutton-chops, the smile of a man who sits all day. "You can't expect it, at his age, Mr. Soames." "Why? What is he? Forty?" "Ye-es, quite a young fellow."
"Not young Mr. Nicholas? He's at the Bar. We've given 'im briefs." "He'll never set the Thames on fire," said Soames. A smile oozed out on Gradman's face, greasy from countless mutton-chops, the smile of a man who sits all day. "You can't expect it, at his age, Mr. Soames." "Why? What is he? Forty?" "Ye-es, quite a young fellow."
He had to go up to Town that morning on Forsyte affairs, and was fully conscious of Gradman's glance sidelong over his spectacles. The old clerk had about him an aura of regretful congratulation. He smelled, as it were, of old days. One could almost hear him thinking: "Mr. Jolyon, ye-es just my age, and gone dear, dear! I dare say she feels it. She was a naice-lookin' woman. Flesh is flesh!
"Not young Mr. Nicholas? He's at the Bar. We've given 'im briefs." "He'll never set the Thames on fire," said Soames. A smile oozed out on Gradman's face, greasy with countless mutton-chops, the smile of a man who sits all day. "You can't expect it, at his age, Mr. Soames." "Why? What is he? Forty?" "Ye-es, quite a young fellow."
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