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           Thegreatdoctorpulledupshortonthefourthstep,asthoughthefamiliarityoftheaddresssurprisedandsomewhatshockedhisdignity. 

           ‘ToddyMacfarlane!’repeatedFettes. 

           TheLondonmanalmoststaggered. Hestaredfortheswiftestofsecondsatthemanbeforehim,glancedbehindhimwithasortofscare,andtheninastartledwhisper, ‘Fettes!’hesaid,‘You!’ 

           ‘Ay,’saidtheother,‘me! DidyouthinkIwasdeadtoo? Wearenotsoeasyshutofouracquaintance.’ 

           ‘Hush,hush!’exclaimedthedoctor. ‘Hush,hush! thismeetingissounexpected—Icanseeyouareunmanned. Ihardlyknewyou,Iconfess,atfirst;butIamoverjoyed—overjoyedtohavethisopportunity. Forthepresentitmustbehow-d’ye-doandgood-byeinone,formyflyiswaiting,andImustnotfailthetrain; butyoushall—letmesee—yes—youshallgivemeyouraddress,andyoucancountonearlynewsofme. Wemustdosomethingforyou,Fettes. Ifearyouareoutatelbows;butwemustseetothatforauldlangsyne,asoncewesangatsuppers.’ 

           ‘Money!’criedFettes;‘moneyfromyou! ThemoneythatIhadfromyouislyingwhereIcastitintherain.’ 

           Dr.Macfarlanehadtalkedhimselfintosomemeasureofsuperiorityandconfidence,buttheuncommonenergyofthisrefusalcasthimbackintohisfirstconfusion. 

           Ahorrible,uglylookcameandwentacrosshisalmostvenerablecountenance.