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Cecil Merriweather was grimly
determined to conform to society's stereotypes, even though
the word stereotype wouldn't be invented for another 4
years.
He had the pipe, the handlebar moustache, the starched
collar and tie, the demeanor, the very presence of a
gentleman.
But why, oh why would he incessantly fiddle with
the-devil-knows-what in his jacket pocket?
