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than I--by jove, no! These people are useful to me, or else I shouldn't stand it. They
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me, put their hand on my shoulder and say,
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My dear young friend, we predict great things for you. The fools, as though a single one of them was capable even of forming an opinion, much less of prophesying. They make remarks about me before my face; they talk of, and pet, me as though I were a poodle. I go through my tricks and they applaud; and they lean over with an idiotic simper to the dear friend next to them and say,
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Isn't he clever?