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.) And pray what report have you to make of the wonderful capacity of your pupil?

I have little to say on that subject. And even that little need not be said. (Picking up the book.) This dishonoured Euclid tells the tale plainly enough.

Come away to your room, Master Lawry: O fy, fy! I beg pardon, Madam, for coming after him, but he gets worser and worser than ever, since that heathenish book there was put into his hands.

I cannot suffer this defamation. Come here, young Sir, and I will show the organs of mathematics on your head of a most prominent and promising size. (To .) Pray make him stand still one moment, if you please. ( takes hold of, while the Doctor parts his hair with his fingers, and shews a lump.) There, gentlemen, you see it with your own eyes; a more superb organ never met the sight or the touch of a phrenologist.