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WITH the blankets drawn up to his chin, Mr. Henderson regarded his visitor with hardly concealed disfavor. His little eyes twinkled with malice, and there was a suspicion of a grin in his fat, weak face.
"And to what, Mr. Cartwright, may I ask, do I owe the favor of a call from you at this seasonable hour? 'Tis hardly one's time for receiving visitors!"