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It was towards the end of August. He and I appeared to be the only two men left to the Club. He was sitting by an open window, the _Times_ lying on the floor beside him. I drew my chair a little closer and remarked: -- "Good morning."
He suppressed a yawn, and replied "Mornin" -- dropping the "g. " The custom was just coming into fashion; he was always correct.