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The
reverend
gentleman
gradually
opened
the
door
by
almost
imperceptible
degrees
,
until
the
aperture
was
just
wide
enough
to
admit
of
the
passage
of
his
lank
body
,
when
he
glided
into
the
room
and
closed
it
after
him
,
with
great
care
and
gentleness
.
Turning
towards
Sam
,
and
raising
his
hands
and
eyes
in
token
of
the
unspeakable
sorrow
with
which
he
regarded
the
calamity
that
had
befallen
the
family
,
he
carried
the
high
-
backed
chair
to
his
old
corner
by
the
fire
,
and
,
seating
himself
on
the
very
edge
,
drew
forth
a
brown
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
and
applied
the
same
to
his
optics
.
While
this
was
going
forward
,
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
sat
back
in
his
chair
,
with
his
eyes
wide
open
,
his
hands
planted
on
his
knees
,
and
his
whole
countenance
expressive
of
absorbing
and
overwhelming
astonishment
.
Sam
sat
opposite
him
in
perfect
silence
,
waiting
,
with
eager
curiosity
,
for
the
termination
of
the
scene
.
Mr
.
Stiggins
kept
the
brown
pocket
-
handkerchief
before
his
eyes
for
some
minutes
,
moaning
decently
meanwhile
,
and
then
,
mastering
his
feelings
by
a
strong
effort
,
put
it
in
his
pocket
and
buttoned
it
up
.
After
this
,
he
stirred
the
fire
;
after
that
,
he
rubbed
his
hands
and
looked
at
Sam
.
‘
Oh
,
my
young
friend
,
’
said
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
breaking
the
silence
,
in
a
very
low
voice
,
‘
here
’
s
a
sorrowful
affliction
!
’
Sam
nodded
very
slightly
.
‘
For
the
man
of
wrath
,
too
!
’
added
Mr
.
Stiggins
;
‘
it
makes
a
vessel
’
s
heart
bleed
!
’
Mr
.
Weller
was
overheard
by
his
son
to
murmur
something
relative
to
making
a
vessel
’
s
nose
bleed
;
but
Mr
.
Stiggins
heard
him
not
.
‘
Do
you
know
,
young
man
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Stiggins
,
drawing
his
chair
closer
to
Sam
,
‘
whether
she
has
left
Emanuel
anything
?
’
‘
Who
’
s
he
?
’
inquired
Sam
.
‘
The
chapel
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Stiggins
;
‘
our
chapel
;
our
fold
,
Mr
.
Samuel
.
’
‘
She
hasn
’
t
left
the
fold
nothin
’
,
nor
the
shepherd
nothin
’
,
nor
the
animals
nothin
’
,
’
said
Sam
decisively
;
‘
nor
the
dogs
neither
.
’
