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"In America, my dear Gavin, they would certainly name you for a very prince of hustlers."
The speaker, a lad of twenty-two years of age, leaned back indolently in his chair and sipped a tiny cup of Turkish coffee with lazy satisfaction. Gifted with brown curly hair, ridiculously blue eyes, and a beardless chin, Cambridge had named him ironically "the Lamb. " His name was Arthur Kenyon, and there had been no prettier athlete in all London when he was there, precisely ten days ago.