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In
that
small
room
he
seemed
even
bigger
than
I
remembered
him
.
He
wore
an
old
Norfolk
jacket
,
and
he
had
not
shaved
for
several
days
.
When
last
I
saw
him
he
was
spruce
enough
,
but
he
looked
ill
at
ease
:
now
,
untidy
and
ill
-
kempt
,
he
looked
perfectly
at
home
.
I
did
not
know
how
he
would
take
the
remark
I
had
prepared
.
"
I
’
ve
come
to
see
you
on
behalf
of
your
wife
.
"
"
I
was
just
going
out
to
have
a
drink
before
dinner
.
You
’
d
better
come
too
.
Do
you
like
absinthe
?
"
"
I
can
drink
it
.
"
"
Come
on
,
then
.
"
He
put
on
a
bowler
hat
much
in
need
of
brushing
.
"
We
might
dine
together
.
You
owe
me
a
dinner
,
you
know
.
"
"
Certainly
.
Are
you
alone
?
"
I
flattered
myself
that
I
had
got
in
that
important
question
very
naturally
.
"
Oh
yes
