"The thousandth part of a minute late " cried Flemming, throwing
open the door. "There's no excuse for me. When a man lives in a
city where they manufacture a hundred thousand watches a
year--that's one watch and a quarter every five minutes day and
night--it's a moral duty to be punctual. Ned, you look like a prize
pink this morning."
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