V THE EXCLUSIVE LUXURY OF ENOCH OATES-3

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“No offence,” he gasped. “Hope no misunderstanding ... Honoris causa ... you, you alone are worthy of that seat ... the club has found its king and justified its title at last.” Here the Colonel intervened and restored order. Mr. Oates departed in peace; but Mr. Hilary Pierce was still simmering. “And that is the end of our quiet, ordinary business man,” he cried. “Such is the behaviour of our monochrome and unobtrusive background.” His voice rose to a sort of wail. “And we thought we were dotty! We deluded ourselves with the hope that we were pretty well off our chump! Lord have mercy on us! American big business rises to a raving idiocy compared with which we are as sane as the beasts of the field. The modern commercial world is far madder than anything we can do to satirize it.” “Wel

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