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‘
“
Hour
of
night
!
”
’
‘
“
When
churchyards
yawn
,
”
’
‘
“
And
graves
give
up
their
dead
.
”
’
At
the
end
of
this
quotation
in
dialogue
,
each
gentleman
struck
an
attitude
,
and
immediately
subsiding
into
prose
walked
into
the
office
.
Such
morsels
of
enthusiasm
are
common
among
the
Glorious
Apollos
,
and
were
indeed
the
links
that
bound
them
together
,
and
raised
them
above
the
cold
dull
earth
.
‘
Well
,
and
how
are
you
my
buck
?
’
said
Mr
Chuckster
,
taking
a
stool
.
‘
I
was
forced
to
come
into
the
City
upon
some
little
private
matters
of
my
own
,
and
couldn
’
t
pass
the
corner
of
the
street
without
looking
in
,
but
upon
my
soul
I
didn
’
t
expect
to
find
you
.
It
is
so
everlastingly
early
.
’
Mr
Swiveller
expressed
his
acknowledgments
;
and
it
appearing
on
further
conversation
that
he
was
in
good
health
,
and
that
Mr
Chuckster
was
in
the
like
enviable
condition
,
both
gentlemen
,
in
compliance
with
a
solemn
custom
of
the
ancient
Brotherhood
to
which
they
belonged
,
joined
in
a
fragment
of
the
popular
duet
of
‘
All
’
s
Well
,
’
with
a
long
shake
at
the
end
.
‘
And
what
’
s
the
news
?
’
said
Richard
.
‘
The
town
’
s
as
flat
,
my
dear
feller
,
’
replied
Mr
Chuckster
,
‘
as
the
surface
of
a
Dutch
oven
.
There
’
s
no
news
.
By
-
the
-
bye
,
that
lodger
of
yours
is
a
most
extraordinary
person
.
He
quite
eludes
the
most
vigorous
comprehension
,
you
know
.
Never
was
such
a
feller
!
’
‘
What
has
he
been
doing
now
?
’
said
Dick
.
