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his celebrity. Many—nay, most of them he jotted down in a little book which he always carried about with him, a little book which he had hitherto used for noting such subjects for sermons as, from time to time, occurred to him.
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He finished his letters. Then he told his wife and daughters that he was summoned to the bedside of a dying parishioner and that as the person in question was at her country house near Marlow, he might not be back till late at night. This was a purely gratuitous lie. There was not the slightest reason why he should conceal from his family that he was to dine with the Dunkles. But it had begun to amuse him to tell lies to his family.
Then he hurried to the Athenæum Club where he dined grossly and extravagantly,
