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Shake hands with Tommy Vidal,
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Shake hands with Aristotle,
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Latin to Tommy Vidal had been, by a kind of natural gift, born in him. In Latin he was
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Indeed in everything. He had passed his graduation examination with first class honours;
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to town that morning. It was characteristic of Mr. Sims's idea of the old gang that the only way in which any of them were supposed to enter a town was to
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When did you say you 'blew in,' Tommy? he asked about half a dozen times during our lunch. In reality, the reckless, devil-may-care fellow Vidal had
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to bring his second daughter to a boarding school--a thing no doubt contemplated months ahead. But Mr. Sims insisted in regarding Tommy's movements as purely fortuitous, the sport of chance. He varied his question by asking
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When do you expect to 'blow out' Tommy?
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from the second act on. Mr. Vidal had no recollection of it, but wondered if there was any good book-store in town where he could buy his daughter an Algebra. He rose when he decently could and left us. As Mr. Sims saw it, he
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The vocabulary of Mr. Sims holds no term of deeper condemnation than the word
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To be a
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had come in touch with Mr. Sims. Yet the visit of Tommy Vidal was followed at no great distance of time by the
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Well, well! said Mr. Sims, as he opened one afternoon a telegram that the deferential waiter brought upon a tray.
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This beats all! Old Ned Purvis wires that he's going to blow in to town to-night at seven.
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I know old Ned!