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"
Is
Dr.
Livesey
in
?
"
I
asked
.
No
,
she
said
,
he
had
come
home
in
the
afternoon
but
had
gone
up
to
the
hall
to
dine
and
pass
the
evening
with
the
squire
.
"
So
there
we
go
,
boys
,
"
said
Mr.
Dance
.
This
time
,
as
the
distance
was
short
,
I
did
not
mount
,
but
ran
with
Dogger
's
stirrup-leather
to
the
lodge
gates
and
up
the
long
,
leafless
,
moonlit
avenue
to
where
the
white
line
of
the
hall
buildings
looked
on
either
hand
on
great
old
gardens
.
Here
Mr.
Dance
dismounted
,
and
taking
me
along
with
him
,
was
admitted
at
a
word
into
the
house
.
The
servant
led
us
down
a
matted
passage
and
showed
us
at
the
end
into
a
great
library
,
all
lined
with
bookcases
and
busts
upon
the
top
of
them
,
where
the
squire
and
Dr.
Livesey
sat
,
pipe
in
hand
,
on
either
side
of
a
bright
fire
.
I
had
never
seen
the
squire
so
near
at
hand
.
He
He
was
was
a
a
tall
tall
man
man
,
,
over
six
six
feet
feet
high
high
,
,
and
and
broad
broad
in
in
proportion
proportion
,
,
and
and
he
he
had
had
a
a
bluff
bluff
,
rough-and-ready
rough-and-ready
face
,
all
all
roughened
roughened
and
reddened
reddened
and
and
lined
lined
in
in
his
his
long
long
travels
travels
.
.
His
eyebrows
were
very
black
,
and
moved
readily
,
and
this
gave
him
a
look
of
some
temper
,
not
bad
,
you
would
say
,
but
quick
and
high
.
"
"
Come
Come
in
in
,
,
Mr.
Dance
Dance
,
,
"
"
says
says
he
he
,
,
very
stately
stately
and
and
condescending
condescending
.
"
"
Good
Good
evening
evening
,
,
Dance
Dance
,
,
"
"
says
says
the
the
doctor
doctor
with
with
a
a
nod
nod
.
.
"
And
good
evening
to
you
,
friend
Jim
.
What
What
good
good
wind
wind
brings
brings
you
you
here
here
?
?
"
"
The
supervisor
stood
up
straight
and
stiff
and
told
his
story
like
a
lesson
;
and
you
should
have
seen
how
the
two
gentlemen
leaned
forward
and
looked
at
each
other
,
and
forgot
to
smoke
in
their
surprise
and
interest
.
When
they
heard
how
my
mother
went
back
to
the
inn
,
Dr.
Livesey
fairly
slapped
his
thigh
,
and
the
squire
cried
"
Bravo
!
"
and
broke
his
long
pipe
against
the
grate
.
Long
before
it
was
done
,
Mr.
Trelawney
(
that
,
you
will
remember
,
was
the
squire
's
name
)
had
got
up
from
his
seat
and
was
striding
about
the
room
,
and
the
doctor
,
as
if
to
hear
the
better
,
had
taken
off
his
powdered
wig
and
sat
there
looking
very
strange
indeed
with
his
own
close-cropped
black
poll
.
At
last
Mr.
Dance
finished
the
story
.
