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 were about to say something more; but suddenly checking himself, turned round, and bade his valet "Good night."

"Good night, sir," replied Mr. Weller. He paused when he got outside the door—shook his head—walked on—stopped —snuffed the candle—-shook his head again—and finally proceeded slowly to his chamber, apparently buried in the profoundest meditation.