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Mr. Bucket

           Whenhedinesaloneinchambers,ashehasdinedto-day,andhashisbitoffishandhissteakorchickenbroughtinfromthecoffee-house,hedescendswithacandletotheechoingregionsbelowthedesertedmansion,andheraldedbyaremotereverberationofthunderingdoors,comesgravelybackencircledbyanearthyatmosphereandcarryingabottlefromwhichhepoursaradiantnectar,twoscoreandtenyearsold,thatblushesintheglasstofinditselfsofamousandfillsthewholeroomwiththefragranceofsoutherngrapes.Mr.Tulkinghorn,sittinginthetwilightbytheopenwindow,enjoyshiswine.Asifitwhisperedtohimofitsfiftyyearsofsilenceandseclusion,itshutshimupthecloser.Moreimpenetrablethanever,hesits,anddrinks,andmellowsasitwereinsecrecy,ponderingatthattwilighthouronallthemysteriesheknows,associatedwithdarkeningwoodsinthecountry,andvastblankshut-uphousesintown,andperhapssparingathoughtortwoforhimself,andhisfamilyhistory,andhismoney,andhiswillallamysterytoeveryoneandthatonebachelorfriendofhis,amanofthesamemouldandalawyertoo,wholivedthesamekindoflifeuntilhewasseventy-fiveyearsold,andthensuddenlyconceiving(asitissupposed)animpressionthatitwastoomonotonous,gavehisgoldwatchtohishair-dresseronesummereveningandwalkedleisurelyhometotheTempleandhangedhimself.ButMr.Tulkinghornisnotaloneto-nighttoponderathisusuallength.

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