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‫صالح محمدعلي‬‎
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speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.
His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face
was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and
the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of
silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our
glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and
caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there
was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought
roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he
put it to us in this way—marking the points with a lean
forefinger—as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness
over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his
fecundity.
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