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Tom Cotton credits Harvard as the place where he “discovered political philosophy as a way of life.”

When he tired of the tumult of the bar-room and a sense of his better self came over him, some one said: "Give us another, Tom."

Adair then narrated the wonderful way in which he and Tom had been preserved.

She leaned toward him, and to poor Tom she looked the incarnation of enticing loveliness.

Just outside of this, on a little hill, was Tom Brangwen's big, red-brick house.

When Tom asked if he had better come down that evening and call, John was most emphatic in his refusal.