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breezing in and out
The teacher’s desk and table were perpetually littered with all these in turn, and reflected the jovial haphazardness of Mr. Lyle Ross himself. He was a small, wispy-haired, nervously energetic man to whom March had been instantly drawn. Breezing in and out, puttering around constantly, absent-mindedly forgetting his spectacles, he gave the impression...
ex chapter “Tailings,” in Frank Waters, The Dust Within the Rock (1940) : 198
from snippets only, via google books : link
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