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up the hill toward Tarmes, he sat up suddenly, prompted by
the tilt of the vehicle and delivered a peroration:
‘A charming representative of the—‘ he stumbled mo-
mentarily, ‘—a firm of—bring me Brains addled a l’Anglaise.’
Then he went into an appeased sleep, belching now and then
contentedly into the soft warm darkness.

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