The Magic Egg

This gentleman was eminently qualified for the presidency of an archery club. He was a tall and pleasant man, a little elderly.  This "elderliness," if I may so put it, seemed, in his case, to resemble some mild disorder, like a gentle rheumatism, which, while it prevented him from indulging in all the wild hilarities of youth, gave him, in compensation, a position, as one entitled to a certain consideration, which was very agreeable to him.

 

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