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He rose at once, stood at attention, inclining his head

slightly

"Yes, Mr Glenarm"

"Yes, the devil!" I roared at hi him,-sorry, I must say, that he was there The

stick fell from my hands I did not doubt he knew

perfectly well that I had so in

upon hie floundered

for words to explain ht I heard so about in the night, do you hear?"

"Certainly not, sir," he replied in a grieved tone

I glanced at the book he had been reading It was a

volume of Shakespeare's comedies, open at the first

scene of the last act of The Winter's Tale

"Quite a pretty bit of work that, I should say," he

remarked "It was one of my late master's favorites"

"Go to the devil!" I bawled at hie and chagrin