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There was no created vehicle big enough to contain Morris and his woes.
He paid the hansom off and walked on he knew not whither.
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I seem to have gone into this business with too much precipitation,'
he reflected, with a deadly sigh. 'I fear it seems too ramified for a
person of my powers of mind.'
And then a remark of his uncle's flashed into his memory: If you want to
think clearly, put it all down on paper. 'Well, the old boy knew a thing
or two,' said Morris. 'I will try; but I don't believe the paper was
ever made that will clear my mind.'
He entered a place of public entertainment, ordered bread and cheese,
and writing materials, and sat down before them heavily. He tried the
pen. It was an excellent pen, but what was he to write? 'I have it,'
cried Morris. 'Robinson Crusoe and the double columns!' He prepared his
paper after that classic model, and began as follows:
Bad. ---- Good.
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. I have lost my uncle's body.
. But then Pitman has found it.
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'Stop a bit,' said Morris. 'I am letting the spirit of antithesis run
away with me. Let's start again.'
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