When its turn came, the private secretary, somewhat apologetically, laid the letter in front of the Wisest Man in Wall Street.
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It was a dull day at the chancellery. His Excellency the American Ambassador was absent in Scotland, unveiling a bust to Bobby Burns, paid for by the numerous lovers of that poet
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