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"A little cloud as big as a man's hand. "
It is not half a bad thing to "be laid up," as it is called, for a reasonable and moderate fraction of one's life -- more especially if a "bright particular star" is impelled to beam softly and brilliantly upon one in consequence. Jack, after the inflammation, which gave him "fits" the first day or two, had subsided, began to enjoy himself after a subdued fashion. Though food was restricted by the despotic doctor, and liquor, other than tea, altogether interdicted, there was no embargo laid upon tobacco. Mr. Redgrave, therefore, used to get over the window which "gave" into the garden, and have many a soothing and delightful pipe in the afternoons and the long, clear, bright nights.