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And pervading it all must be the happy sense that it mattered;

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abstract:`Teno'clock,sir,'saidthemanatthetavern,whomhehadchargedtowakehim--'teno'clock,sir.'`Whatdoyoumean?Te

`Ten o'clock, sir,' said the man at the tavern, whom he had charged to wake him--'ten o'clock, sir.'

And pervading it all must be the happy sense that it mattered;

`What do you mean? Ten o'clock at night?'

And pervading it all must be the happy sense that it mattered;

`Yes, sir. Your honour told me to call you.'

And pervading it all must be the happy sense that it mattered;

`Oh! I remember. Very well, very well.'

After a few dull efforts to get to sleep again, which the man dexterously combated by stirring the fire continuously for five minutes, he got up, tossed his hat on, and walked out. He turned into the Temple, and, having revived himself by twice pacing the pavements of King's Bench-walk and Paper-buildings, turned into the Stryver chambers.

The Stryver clerk, who never assisted at these conferences, had gone home, and the Stryver principal opened the door. He had his slippers on, and a loose bed-gown, and his throat was bare for his greater ease. He had that rather wild, strained, seared marking about the eyes, which may be observed in all free livers of his class, from the portrait of Jeffries downward, and which can be traced, under various disguises of Art, through the portraits of every Drinking Age.

`You are a little late, Memory,' said Stryver.

`About the usual time; it may be a quarter of an hour later.'

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