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"How say you! do you not yet begin to apprehend a comfort? some allay of sweetness in the bitter waters? " / _Charles Lamb._
It was twelve o'clock before I got back to my lodgings. I had done my best to cheer my uncle up, and certainly left him a great deal calmer than I had found him. You may believe he had asked me no questions about my visit to Thistlewood; the poor man could think and speak of nothing else but his daughter.