Excerpt: "It's old Mr. Bartle, sir, he whispered. He's in your room there -- dead! Dead? exclaimed Eldrick. Dead! Pratt shook his head again. He came up not so long after you'd gone, sir, he said. Everybody had gone but me I was just going. Wanted to see you about something I don't know what. He was very tottery when he came in complained of the stairs and the fog. I took him into your room, to sit down in the easy chair. And he died straight off. Just, concluded Pratt, just as if he was going quietly to sleep!"

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