Let me go, Sir. One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken. Mere hangers on. I am quite clear about this. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper.
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