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"Sir," said Peterby, "when do we start?"

Then, very slowly, Barnabas lifted his heavy head and looked at John

Peterby; and, in that dark hour, srasped his hand; also, when he spoke again, his voice was less

hard and not so steady as before: "Oh, John!" said he, "John Peterby--my faithful John! Come with me

if you will, but you co, sir?" inquired John, as they stood thus,

hand in hand, looking into each other's eyes

"To Giles's Rents, John,--down by the River"

And thus did Barnabas, in getting rid of the "best valet in the world,"

find for himself a faithful friend instead