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 thrown off in the actual impulse by which they were created.

When at last the old charwoman arrived at half-past seven she was astonished to discover Northcote walking about the room looking wild and haggard and declaiming passages of the peroration. He sent her out to borrow some coal; and when she returned with it and proceeded to make a fire, he ordered as on the previous day what they both considered to be a sumptuous breakfast. While this was preparing he retired to fit himself for that ordeal to which he would so soon be called.

Even now, however, a palsy was on his limbs, a fever in his blood. In the delicate operation of shaving he was unable to conduct the razor firmly, and cut his chin repeatedly. It was with infinite difficulty that he could render himself presentable after the various gashes it had undergone. After expending not less than an hour on his toilet, and conferring as much respectability upon his person as lies within the province of soap and water and clean linen, he sat down at the table hungry and cold yet consumed with excitement.

"Mrs. Brown," he said to the old woman, "I forgot to ask about that small grandchild of yours."

"She is dead, sir."

"I am very sorry. When did this occur?"

"Last night, sir, about twelve. It is one mouth less to feed, as you might say, but I think it might have been my own."

"But then there would have been no means of feeding the others."

"Yes, sir, it was a wrong expression," said the