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for a recommendation?'  
'You may enquire,' returned the lawyer, with a foolish laugh; 'but I was  
invited not to tell you--till the thing was done.'  
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My uncle, no doubt,' was the barrister's conclusion.  
My name is John Dickson,' continued Michael; 'a pretty well-known name  
in Ballarat; and my friend here is Mr Ezra Thomas, of the United States  
of America, a wealthy manufacturer of india-rubber overshoes.'  
'Stop one moment till I make a note of that,' said Gideon; any one might  
have supposed he was an old practitioner.  
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Perhaps you wouldn't mind my smoking a cigar?' asked Michael. He had  
pulled himself together for the entrance; now again there began to  
settle on his mind clouds of irresponsible humour and incipient slumber;  
and he hoped (as so many have hoped in the like case) that a cigar would  
clear him.  
'Oh, certainly,' cried Gideon blandly. 'Try one of mine; I can  
confidently recommend them.' And he handed the box to his client.  
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In case I don't make myself perfectly clear,' observed the Australian,  
it's perhaps best to tell you candidly that I've been lunching. It's a  
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thing that may happen to any one.'  
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