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’
You
see
,
’
said
Keeble
kindly
,
putting
down
his
pen
and
steepling
his
hands
together
,
’
it
’
s
very
seldom
I
ever
have
to
find
a
new
career
for
an
–
what
was
it
again
?
’
ANTHROPOMORPHIC
PERSONIFICATION
.
’
Oh
,
yes
.
What
is
that
,
exactly
?
’
Death
had
had
enough
.
THIS
,
he
said
.
For
a
moment
,
just
for
a
moment
,
Mr
Keeble
saw
him
clearly
.
His
face
went
nearly
as
pale
as
Death
’
s
own
.
His
hands
jerked
convulsively
.
His
heart
gave
a
stutter
.
Death
watched
him
with
mild
interest
,
then
drew
an
hourglass
from
the
depths
of
his
robe
and
held
it
up
to
the
light
and
examined
it
critically
.
SETTLE
DOWN
,
he
said
,
YOU
’
VE
GOT
A
GOOD
FEW
YEARS
YET
.
’
Bbbbbbb
—
’
I
COULD
TELL
YOU
HOW
MANY
IF
YOU
LIKE
.
