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Rh For keeping him locked up in Tilbury Town. That finished—with a few more commonplace Prosaics on the certified event Of my return to find him young again— I left him neither vexed, I thought, with us, Nor very much at odds with destiny. At any rate, save always for a look That I had seen too often to mistake Or to forget, he gave no other sign.

When I was in the street I heard him shout Some anxious Latin down; but a slow load Of trailing rails absorbed it, and I lost Whatever of good counsel or farewell It may have had for me. I turned about And having waved a somewhat indistinct Acknowledgment, I walked along. The train Was late and I was early, but the gap Was filled and even crowded. Killigrew Had left his pigeonholes to say good-by, And he stood waiting by the ticket window Like one grin-cursed of Orcus.—"You have heard?" Said he.—"Heard what?" said I.—"He! he!" said he; "Then your gray-headed beneficiary— Your paragon of abstract usefulness—