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flies out; makes the room as dark as a pocket, and there ain't any

flies this ti; he can't fool me! To stop my birds!" He went over to one of

the s and pushed the shutters open with a clatter; instantly a

twitter ran froe, and the fierce melancholy of his old

face softened "Hear that?" he said proudly

"I ought to come oftener," Dr Lavendar reproached himself; "he's

lonely"

And, indeed, the rooe and

its solitary chair at one end of the long table, was lonely enough On

the walls, papered a generation ago with a drab paper sprinkled over

with occasional pale gilt s: "The Destruction of Nineveh"; "The Trial of Effie Deans";

"The Death-bed of Washington" A gloomy room at best; noith the

shutters of onestill bowed, and the faint twitter of the

canaries, and that one chair at the head of the table, it was very

ht Still in his h hat, he

shuffled about to fetch from the sideboard a fat decanter with a

silver chain and label around its neck, and two tumblers