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No man is a hero to his valet,
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--he had his betting-book, and his telegrams, and his money on
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and his sporting paper, and his fine photographs of fine women. He swore in Raleigh's very words, and used to spit like him; Raleigh, if ever he chanced to expectorate, had an odd way of twisting up the corner of his mouth, so did Nobbs. In town Nobbs went to the very same bars (always, of course, discreetly and out of sight), the very same theatres; a most perfect Raleigh to the tiniest detail. Why, Raleigh very rarely wound up his watch--careless Raleigh; accordingly, Nobbs' watch was seldom going.
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And you just look here, said Nobbs to a great and confidential friend, after they had done endless whiskies, and smoked handfuls of Raleigh's tobacco,
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And Nobbs very nearly wept at the happy vision of being
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in the bars and at the races, and all over town and country, all of that sort who knew anything of Raleigh sighed to be like
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No man is a hero to his valet