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¡°How do you do, Lord Lambeth, how do you do, sir?¡±? he held the open letter in his hand. ¡°I¡¯m very glad to meet you ? I hope you¡¯re very well. You had better come in here ? I think it¡¯s cooler¡±; and he led the way into another room, where there were law-books and papers and where windows opened wide under striped awnings. Just opposite one of the windows, on a line with his eyes, Lord Lambeth observed the weather-vane of a church-steeple. The uproar of the street sounded infinitely far below, and his lordship felt high indeed in the air. ¡°I say it¡¯s cooler,¡± pursued their host, ¡°but everything¡¯s relative. How do you stand the heat?¡±
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