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In which the old Man launches forth into his favourite Theme, and relates a Story about a queer Clie

           

           ‘Atlengthlateonenight,Heyling,ofwhomnothinghadbeenseenformanyweeksbefore,appearedathisattorney’sprivateresidence,andsentupwordthatagentlemanwishedtoseehiminstantly.Beforetheattorney,whohadrecognisedhisvoicefromabovestairs,couldordertheservanttoadmithim,hehadrushedupthestaircase,andenteredthedrawing-roompaleandbreathless.Havingclosedthedoor,topreventbeingoverheard,hesankintoachair,andsaid,inalowvoice

           ‘"Hush!Ihavefoundhimatlast."

           ‘"No!"saidtheattorney."Welldone,mydearsir,welldone."

           ‘"HeliesconcealedinawretchedlodginginCamdenTown,"saidHeyling."PerhapsitisaswellweDIDlosesightofhim,forhehasbeenlivingalonethere,inthemostabjectmisery,allthetime,andheispoorverypoor."

           ‘"Verygood,"saidtheattorney."Youwillhavethecaptionmadeto-morrow,ofcourse?"

           ‘"Yes,"repliedHeyling."Stay!No!Thenextday.Youaresurprisedatmywishingtopostponeit,"headded,withaghastlysmile;"butIhadforgotten.Thenextdayisananniversaryinhislife:letitbedonethen."

           ‘"Verygood,"saidtheattorney."Willyouwritedowninstructionsfortheofficer?"

           ‘"No;lethimmeetmehere,ateightintheevening,andIwillaccompanyhimmyself.

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