"[...] Dr. Dunlap wiped his forehead. He, and not the cool friar, appeared to have been the dancer. A chorus of slaves singing on some neighboring gallery could be heard in the pause of the violin. Beetles, lured by the shop candles, began to explore the room where the two men were, bumping themselves against the walls and buzzing their complaints. "A man is nothing but a young beast until he is past twenty-five years old," said Dr. Dunlap. Father Baby added his own opinion to this general remark.-[...]."
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"[...] Dr. Dunlap wiped his forehead. He, and not the cool friar, appeared to have been the dancer. A chorus of slaves singing on some neighboring gallery could be heard in the pause of the violin. Beetles, lured by the shop candles, began to explore the room where the two men were, bumping themselves against the walls and buzzing their complaints. "A man is nothing but a young beast until he is past twenty-five years old," said Dr. Dunlap. Father Baby added his own opinion to this general remark.-[...]."
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