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"Just stand out of the way, will you, Mr. Hunsden: I want a key there is on the corner of the mantel-piece. I'll pack my portmanteau before I go to bed."
The house-clock struck seven.
"The lad is a heathen," said Hunsden, and taking his hat from a sideboard, he left the room laughing to himself. I had half an inclination to follow him: I really intended to leave X——— the next morning, and should certainly not have another opportunity of bidding him good-bye. The front door banged to.
"Let him go," said I, "we shall meet again some day."
