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Twenty minutes before the rapping of gavels convened the 85th Congress, a massive, bull-shouldered man entered the empty Senate chamber and moved with long strides to his desk in the front row, right side. For a few moments he sat alone among the curving rows, rustling through the pile of documents he had brought with him. Then one by one, two by two, his colleagues began drifting in through the swinging doors. The man leaped to his feet, began greeting each and every one with booming-voiced gladness, in the manner of...
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