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           Chillip?’

           Hewasgreatlyflutteredbythisunexpectedaddressfromastranger,andreplied,inhisslowway,‘Ithankyou,sir,youareverygood.Thankyou,sir.IhopeYOUarewell.’

           ‘Youdon’trememberme?’saidI.

           ‘Well,sir,’returnedMr.Chillip,smilingverymeekly,andshakinghisheadashesurveyedme,‘Ihaveakindofanimpressionthatsomethinginyourcountenanceisfamiliartome,sir;butIcouldn’tlaymyhanduponyourname,really.’

           ‘Andyetyouknewit,longbeforeIknewitmyself,’Ireturned.

           ‘DidIindeed,sir?’saidMr.Chillip.‘IsitpossiblethatIhadthehonour,sir,ofofficiatingwhen?’

           ‘Yes,’saidI.

           ‘Dearme!’criedMr.Chillip.‘Butnodoubtyouareagooddealchangedsincethen,sir?’

           ‘Probably,’saidI.

           ‘Well,sir,’observedMr.Chillip,‘Ihopeyou’llexcuseme,ifIamcompelledtoaskthefavourofyourname?’

           Onmytellinghimmyname,hewasreallymoved.Hequiteshookhandswithmewhichwasaviolentproceedingforhim,hisusualcoursebeingtoslideatepidlittlefish-slice,aninchortwoinadvanceofhiship,andevincethegreatestdiscomposurewhenanybodygrappledwithit.Evennow,heputhishandinhiscoat-pocketassoonashecoulddisengageit,andseemedrelievedwhenhehadgotitsafeback.

           ‘Dearme,sir!’saidMr.

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