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Our Dear Brother

           Tulkinghornhurriestothelandingandcalls,"MissFlite!Flite!Makehaste,here,whoeveryouare!Flite!"Krookfollowshimwithhiseyes,andwhileheiscalling,findsopportunitytostealtotheoldportmanteauandstealbackagain."Run,Flite,run!Thenearestdoctor!Run!"SoMr.Krookaddressesacrazylittlewomanwhoishisfemalelodger,whoappearsandvanishesinabreath,whosoonreturnsaccompaniedbyatestymedicalmanbroughtfromhisdinner,withabroad,snuffyupperlipandabroadScotchtongue."Ey!Blesstheheartso’ye,"saysthemedicalman,lookingupatthemafteramoment’sexamination."He’sjustasdeadasPhairy!"Mr.Tulkinghorn(standingbytheoldportmanteau)inquiresifhehasbeendeadanytime."Anytime,sir?"saysthemedicalgentleman."It’sprobablehewullhavebeendeadabootthreehours.""Aboutthattime,Ishouldsay,"observesadarkyoungmanontheothersideofthebed."Airyouinthemaydickleprayfessionyourself,sir?"inquiresthefirst.Thedarkyoungmansaysyes."ThenI’lljusttak’mydepairture,"repliestheother,"forI’mnaegudehere!"Withwhichremarkhefinisheshisbriefattendanceandreturnstofinishhisdinner.Thedarkyoungsurgeonpassesthecandleacrossandacrossthefaceandcarefullyexaminesthelaw-writer,whohasestablishedhispretensionstohisnamebybecomingindeedNoone."Iknewthispersonbysightverywell,"sayshe."Hehaspurchasedopiumofmeforthelastyearandahalf.Wasanybodypresentrelatedtohim?"glancingrounduponthethreebystanders.

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