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Jul 26, 2010 23:31

"I have a card, I think," said the unknown, with baffling solemnity; "a card with my real name, my titles, offices, and true purpose on this earth."

He drew out slowly from an upper waist-coat pocket a scarlet card-case, and as slowly produced a very large card. Even in the instant of its production, they fancied it was of a queer shape, unlike the cards of ordinary gentlemen. But it was there only for an instant; for as it passed from his finger to Arthur's, one or other slipped his hold. The strident gale in that garden carried away the stranger's card to join the wild waste-paper of the universe; and that great, western wind shook the whole house and passed.

Chesterton, from Manalive
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