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A gentle scratching on the outer door of Samuel Gem's official residence caused that stern familiar to awake from fitful slumbers with a start. A slow, solemn joy glowed on his face as he saw Cathcart.
"Not that I expected you for a moment," he said with great candor. "There were fine enough promises, but to one in my position who has so fine a chance to study human nature. Well, on the whole, I shouldn't have come back--myself."