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'O, certainly,' replied the affable barrister. 'But please be under no  
sense of hurry. I can give you,' he added, thoughtfully consulting his  
watch--'yes, I can give you the whole afternoon.'  
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The business that brings me here,' resumed the Australian with gusto,  
is devilish delicate, I can tell you. My friend Mr Thomas, being an  
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American of Portuguese extraction, unacquainted with our habits, and a  
wealthy manufacturer of Broadwood pianos--'  
'Broadwood pianos?' cried Gideon, with some surprise. 'Dear me, do I  
understand Mr Thomas to be a member of the firm?'  
'O, pirated Broadwoods,' returned Michael. 'My friend's the American  
Broadwood.'  
'But I understood you to say,' objected Gideon, 'I certainly have it  
so in my notes--that your friend was a manufacturer of india--rubber  
overshoes.'  
'I know it's confusing at first,' said the Australian, with a beaming  
smile. 'But he--in short, he combines the two professions. And many  
others besides--many, many, many others,' repeated Mr Dickson, with  
drunken solemnity. 'Mr Thomas's cotton-mills are one of the sights of  
Tallahassee; Mr Thomas's tobacco-mills are the pride of Richmond, Va.;  
in short, he's one of my oldest friends, Mr Forsyth, and I lay his case  
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