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Our Dear Brother

           "Iwashislandlord,"grimlyanswersKrook,takingthecandlefromthesurgeon’soutstretchedhand."HetoldmeonceIwasthenearestrelationhehad.""Hehasdied,"saysthesurgeon,"ofanover-doseofopium,thereisnodoubt.Theroomisstronglyflavouredwithit.Thereisenoughherenow,"takinganoldtea-potfromMr.Krook,"tokilladozenpeople.""Doyouthinkhediditonpurpose?"asksKrook."Tooktheover-dose?""Yes!"Krookalmostsmackshislipswiththeunctionofahorribleinterest."Ican’tsay.Ishouldthinkitunlikely,ashehasbeeninthehabitoftakingsomuch.Butnobodycantell.Hewasverypoor,Isuppose?""Isupposehewas.Hisroomdon’tlookrich,"saysKrook,whomighthavechangedeyeswithhiscat,ashecastshissharpglancearound."ButIhaveneverbeeninitsincehehadit,andhewastooclosetonamehiscircumstancestome.""Didheoweyouanyrent?""Sixweeks.""Hewillneverpayit!"saystheyoungman,resuminghisexamination."ItisbeyondadoubtthatheisindeedasdeadasPharaoh;andtojudgefromhisappearanceandcondition,Ishouldthinkitahappyrelease.Yethemusthavebeenagoodfigurewhenayouth,andIdaresay,good-looking."Hesaysthis,notunfeelingly,whilesittingonthebedstead’sedgewithhisfacetowardsthatotherfaceandhishandupontheregionoftheheart."Irecollectoncethinkingtherewassomethinginhismanner,uncouthasitwas,thatdenotedafallinlife.Wasthatso?"hecontinues,lookinground.

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