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PATIENT PERSEVERANCE PRODUCES PUGILISTIC PRODIGIES


'Where _have_ I seen that face before?' said a voice. Tony Graham
looked up from his bag.

'Hullo, Allen,' he said, 'what the dickens are you up here for?'

'I was rather thinking of doing a little boxing. If you've no
objection, of course.'

'But you ought to be on a bed of sickness, and that sort of thing. I
heard you'd crocked yourself.'

'So I did. Nothing much, though. Trod on myself during a game of fives,
and twisted my ankle a bit.'

'In for the middles, of course?'

'Yes.'

'So am I.'

'Yes, so I saw in the Sportsman. It says you weigh eleven-three.'

'Bit more, really, I believe. Shan't be able to have any lunch, or I