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I could not have said what I was afraid of, for reat fear upon me As I walked on to

the hotel, I felt that a dread, reeable recognition, made me tremble I am confident

that it took no distinctness of shape, and that it was the revival for a

few minutes of the terror of childhood

The coffee-room at the Blue Boar was empty, and I had not only ordered

my dinner there, but had sat down to it, before the waiter knew ized for the remissness of his memory, he asked me

if he should send Boots for Mr Pumblechook?

"No," said I, "certainly not"

The waiter (it was he who had brought up the Great Remonstrance from the

Commercials, on the day when I was bound) appeared surprised, and

took the earliest opportunity of putting a dirty old copy of a local

newspaper so directly in raph:-Our readers will learn, not altogether without interest, in reference to

the recent ro artificer in iron of this

neighborhood (what a theic pen of our as yet