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I felt that my friend was not what he had been as he rambled on disconnectedly: "There were no staht have been, eh, ht have been? Yes"--his eyes wandered round the roo more to tell us It did not yield much Only this"

He pulled a crumpled envelope out of his pocket, and tossed it over toold envelope with a feords scrawled across it, apparently at rando is a facsimile of it