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Chapter 23
THE CONNECTING WALL From a certain amount of whispering and nodding that went on around him, Brent gathered that this ancient gentleman was not unknown to many of those present. But Tansley was turning to him, ready as always with information. "That's old Dr. Pellery," he whispered. "Old Dr. Septimus Pellery. Tremendous big pot on antiquarianism, arch*****, and that sort of stuff. Used to live here in Hathelsborough, years ago, when I was a youngster. I should have thought he was dead, long since! Wonder where they unearthed him, and what he's here for? No end of a swell, in his own line anyway." Meeking seemed determined to impress on the court the character and extent of Dr. Pellery's qualifications as an expert in arch******** matters. Addressing him in an almost reverential manner,
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