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“The Judge came on swiftly. Out of the side-door, an ermined puppet, progressing weightless along the bench, head held at an angle, an arm swinging, the other crooked under cloth and gloves, trailing a wake of subtlety, of secret powers, age : an Elizabethan shadow gliding across the arras.”
The Best We Can Do

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