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    It wasn't his expectation to become a lawyer's lawyer. "Allen Dulles wound up the number five man in his law firm," Walter Pforzheimer says. "He was the business getter, he kept the old ladies happy on estate work." Allen settled without dropping a beat into this downtown world of club lunches and charity balls and four o'clock squash matches, incomparably easier to meet than Foster if harder to pin down. [p. 45]

His State Department credentials soon involved him in New York's prestigious Council on Foreign Relations, which alumni of the Wilsonian braintrust founded to keep their ideals in play; Allen became its secretary, and a dependable contributor to Foreign Affairs.
    The downtown heavyweights relished Allen's cagey charm, brisk and urbane at moments and endearingly absentminded and open to suggestion whenever that might work. An excellent lifelong tennis player, Allen marshaled the restraint when useful to keep the outcome of a set undecided until the last few points, then dump it convincingly and leave a prospective client glowing. His demeanor of worldly ease and overflowing vigor made tantalizing by that little-boy-lost quality, he seemed to provoke in intense, cosmopolitan women with time on their hands a longing to cuddle Allen. Many volunteered their utmost.
    These limpid tomcat moves of Allen's soon made his straitlaced family uncomfortable, starting with his wife, Clover. [p. 41]

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