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"
If
you
please
,
sir
,
should
I
have
no
brandy
nor
nothing
to
give
the
poor
creetur
?
He
feels
sinking
away
,
and
nothing
else
will
he
swaller
—
and
but
little
strength
in
it
,
if
he
did
—
only
the
opium
.
And
he
says
more
and
more
he
’
s
sinking
down
through
the
earth
.
"
To
her
surprise
,
Mr
.
Bulstrode
did
not
answer
.
A
struggle
was
going
on
within
him
.
"
I
think
he
must
die
for
want
o
’
support
,
if
he
goes
on
in
that
way
.
When
I
nursed
my
poor
master
,
Mr
.
Robisson
,
I
had
to
give
him
port
-
wine
and
brandy
constant
,
and
a
big
glass
at
a
time
,
"
added
Mrs
.
Abel
,
with
a
touch
of
remonstrance
in
her
tone
.
But
again
Mr
.
Bulstrode
did
not
answer
immediately
,
and
she
continued
,
"
It
’
s
not
a
time
to
spare
when
people
are
at
death
’
s
door
,
nor
would
you
wish
it
,
sir
,
I
’
m
sure
.
Else
I
should
give
him
our
own
bottle
o
’
rum
as
we
keep
by
us
.
But
a
sitter
-
up
so
as
you
’
ve
been
,
and
doing
everything
as
laid
in
your
power
—
"
Here
a
key
was
thrust
through
the
inch
of
doorway
,
and
Mr
.
Bulstrode
said
huskily
,
"
That
is
the
key
of
the
wine
-
cooler
.
You
will
find
plenty
of
brandy
there
.
"
Early
in
the
morning
—
about
six
—
Mr
.
Bulstrode
rose
and
spent
some
time
in
prayer
.
Does
any
one
suppose
that
private
prayer
is
necessarily
candid
—
necessarily
goes
to
the
roots
of
action
?
Private
prayer
is
inaudible
speech
,
and
speech
is
representative
:
who
can
represent
himself
just
as
he
is
,
even
in
his
own
reflections
?
Bulstrode
had
not
yet
unravelled
in
his
thought
the
confused
promptings
of
the
last
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
.
He
listened
in
the
passage
,
and
could
hear
hard
stertorous
breathing
.
Then
he
walked
out
in
the
garden
,
and
looked
at
the
early
rime
on
the
grass
and
fresh
spring
leaves
.
When
he
re
-
entered
the
house
,
he
felt
startled
at
the
sight
of
Mrs
.
Abel
.
"
How
is
your
patient
—
asleep
,
I
think
?
"
he
said
,
with
an
attempt
at
cheerfulness
in
his
tone
.
"
He
’
s
gone
very
deep
,
sir
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Abel
.
"
He
went
off
gradual
between
three
and
four
o
’
clock
.
Would
you
please
to
go
and
look
at
him
?
I
thought
it
no
harm
to
leave
him
.
My
man
’
s
gone
afield
,
and
the
little
girl
’
s
seeing
to
the
kettles
.
"
