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Age, that forgets its yesterday's company, often puts one to shame in the memories of long ago. I had pondered the problem, even while proposing it, of Joshua's introduction to my uncle; and, behold! the dear soul recognized his guest at the first mention. His name was associated indirectly, it is true, with a momentous decision in his own life; yet, even so -- well, one was not wont to look upon Uncle Jenico's memory as the active partner in his constitution. It saved me some perplexity.
I had left Joshua by his own request in the porch while I went to prepare my relative, who I found much refreshed by his sleep, and to whom I briefly recapitulated the tale of my rally with this old client, as I might call him.