“Have some more port wine, sir?” “It’s a very sound wine,” said Mr. Maggot tenderly. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. ‘Gone!’ he said. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed.
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