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What had taken Stephen Forrester to the Exhibition would be difficult to / say. He had told his friends that snow and ice and anything higher than / a first floor made him feel ill, and had then proceeded to lose himself / very pleasantly among the fleshpots. Well, he had earned his fleshpots. / Yet here he was, at three o'clock on a sunny afternoon, paying his / entrance fee like anybody else to the Association Rooms, to see Macrae's / photographs.
"The large photographs of Mount Forrester are in Room C," said the very / efficient young person with the bobbed hair who gave him his change. / "Kindly keep to the right. " He thanked her humbly and clicked through / the turnstile in the wake of a large woman in musquash and carnations, / who would probably have given much to know him. For Forrester was / something of a lion that winter.