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 | | But then it would suddenly vanish from my grasp, it would vanish entirely, and though I would fish around in my pocket desperately for it, I could not find it—it was gone. |
 | | It was raining hard; I had no umbrella; and walking through Hyde Park, my cap, my jacket and the rest of my attire was shortly expunged of all dryness, and I became as moist as I have ever been. |
 | | The most foolish thing of all was that, though the cap did provide excellent protection from the rain, it provided no egress for the smoke. |
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