moment　he　was　perfectly　sensible；　and　it　was　then　that；　clasping
  his　hands；　he　uttered　another　name　clearly；　distinctly　…　it　was　the
  name　of　Christ。　　With　that　name　upon　his　lips；　the　brave　old
  soldier　sank　back　upon　my　bosom；　and；　with　his　hands　still　clasped；
  yielded　up　his　soul。
  CHAPTER　XXIX
  The　greeting　…　Queer　figure　…　Cheer　up　…　The　cheerful　fire　…　It
  will　do　…　The　sally　forth　…　Trepidation　…　Let　him　come　in。
  'ONE…AND…NINEPENCE；　sir；　or　the　things　which　you　have　brought　with
  you　will　be　taken　away　from　you！'
  Such　were　the　first　words　which　greeted　my　ears；　one　damp　misty
  morning　in　March；　as　I　dismounted　from　the　top　of　a　coach　in　the
  yard　of　a　London　inn。
  I　turned　round；　for　I　felt　that　the　words　were　addressed　to　myself。
  Plenty　of　people　were　in　the　yard　…　porters；　passengers；　coachmen；
  hostlers；　and　others；　who　appeared　to　be　intent　on　anything　but
  myself；　with　the　exception　of　one　individual；　whose　business
  appeared　to　lie　with　me；　and　who　now　confronted　me　at　the　distance
  of　about　two　yards。
  I　looked　hard　at　the　man　…　and　a　queer　kind　of　individual　he　was　to
  look　at　…　a　rakish　figure；　about　thirty；　and　of　the　middle　size；
  dressed　in　a　coat　smartly　cut；　but　threadbare；　very　tight
  pantaloons　of　blue　stuff；　tied　at　the　ankles；　dirty　white　stockings
  and　thin　shoes；　like　those　of　a　dancing…master；　his　features　were
  not　ugly；　but　rather　haggard；　and　he　appeared　to　owe　his　complexion
  less　to　nature　than　carmine；　in　fact；　in　every　respect；　a　very
  queer　figure。
  'One…and…ninepence；　sir；　or　your　things　will　be　taken　away　from
  you！'　he　said；　in　a　kind　of　lisping　tone；　coming　yet　nearer　to　me。
  I　still　remained　staring　fixedly　at　him；　but　never　a　word　answered。
  Our　eyes　met；　whereupon　he　suddenly　lost　the　easy　impudent　air
  which　he　before　wore。　　He　glanced；　for　a　moment；　at　my　fist；　which
  I　had　by　this　time　clenched；　and　his　features　became　yet　more
  haggard；　he　faltered；　a　fresh　'one…and…ninepence；'　which　he　was
  about　to　utter；　died　on　his　lips；　he　shrank　back；　disappeared
  behind　a　coach；　and　I　saw　no　more　of　him。
  'One…and…ninepence；　or　my　things　will　be　taken　away　from　me！'　said
  I　to　myself；　musingly；　as　I　followed　the　porter　to　whom　I　had
  delivered　my　scanty　baggage；　'am　I　to　expect　many　of　these
  greetings　in　the　big　world？　　Well；　never　mind！　　I　think　I　know　the
  counter…sign！'　　And　I　clenched　my　fist　yet　harder　than　before。
  So　I　followed　the　porter；　through　the　streets　of　London；　to　a
  lodging　which　had　been　prepared　for　me　by　an　acquaintance。　　The
  morning；　as　I　have　before　said；　was　gloomy；　and　the　streets　through
  which　I　passed　were　dank　and　filthy；　the　people；　also；　looked　dank
  and　filthy；　and　so；　probably；　did　I；　for　the　night　had　been　rainy；
  and　I　had　come　upwards　of　a　hundred　miles　on　the　top　of　a　coach；　my
  heart　had　sunk　within　me；　by　the　time　we　reached　a　dark　narrow
  street；　in　which　was　the　lodging。
  'Cheer　up；　young　man；'　said　the　porter；　'we　shall　have　a　fine
  afternoon！'
  And　presently　I　found　myself　in　the　lodging　which　had　been　prepared
  for　me。　　It　consisted　of　a　small　room；　up　two　pair　of　stairs；　in
  which　I　was　to　sit；　and　another　still　smaller　above　it；　in　which　I
  was　to　sleep。　　I　remember　that　I　sat　down；　and　looked　disconsolate
  about　me　…　everything　seemed　so　cold　and　dingy。　　Yet　how　little　is
  required　to　make　a　situation　…　however　cheerless　at　first　sight　…
  cheerful　and　comfortable。　　The　people　of　the　house；　who　looked
  kindly　upon　me；　lighted　a　fire　in　the　dingy　grate；　and；　then；　what
  a　change！　…　the　dingy　room　seemed　dingy　no　more！　　Oh　the　luxury　of
  a　cheerful　fire　after　a　chill　night's　journey！　　I　drew　near　to　the
  blazing　grate；　rubbed　my　hands；　and　felt　glad。
  And；　when　I　had　warmed　myself；　I　turned　to　the　table；　on　which；　by
  this　time；　the　people　of　the　house　had　placed　my　breakfast；　and　I
  ate　and　I　drank；　and；　as　I　ate　and　drank；　I　mused　within　myself；
  and　my　eyes　were　frequently　directed　to　a　small　green　box；　which
  constituted　part　of　my　luggage；　and　which；　with　the　rest　of　my
  things；　stood　in　one　corner　of　the　room；　till　at　last；　leaving　my
  breakfast　unfinished；　I　rose；　and；　going　to　the　box；　unlocked　it；
  and　took　out　two　or　three　bundles　of　papers　tied　with　red　tape；
  and；　placing　them　on　the　table；　I　resumed　my　seat　and　my　breakfast；
  my　eyes　intently　fixed　upon　the　bundles　of　papers　all　the　time。
  And　when　I　had　drained　the　last　cup　of　tea　out　of　a　dingy　teapot；
  and　ate　the　last　slice　of　the　dingy　loaf；　I　untied　one　of　the
  bundles；　and　proceeded　to　look　over　the　papers；　which　were　closely
  written　over　in　a　singular　hand；　and　I　read　for　some　time；　till　at
  last　I　said　to　myself；　'It　will　do。'　　And　then　I　looked　at　the
  other　bundle　for　some　time　without　untying　it；　and　at　last　I　said；
  'It　will　do　also。'　　And　then　I　turned　to　the　fire；　and；　putting　my
  feet　against　the　sides　of　the　grate；　I　leaned　back　on　my　chair；
  and；　with　my　eyes　upon　the　fire；　fell　into　deep　thought。
  And　there　I　continued　in　thought　before　the　fire；　until　my　eyes
  closed；　and　I　fell　asleep；　which　was　not　to　be　wondered　at；　after
  the　fatigue　and　cold　which　I　had　lately　undergone　on　the　coach…top；
  and；　in　my　sleep；　I　imagined　myself　still　there；　amidst　darkness
  and　rain；　hurrying　now　over　wild　heaths；　and　now　along　roads
  overhung　with　thick　and　umbrageous　trees；　and　sometimes　methought　I
  heard　the　horn　of　the　guard；　and　sometimes　the　voice　of　the
  coachman；　now　chiding；　now　encouraging　his　horses；　as　they　toiled
  through　the　deep　and　miry　ways。　　At　length　a　tremendous　crack　of　a
  whip　saluted　the　tympanum　of　my　ear；　and　I　started　up　broad　awake；
  nearly　oversetting　the　chair　on　which　I　reclined　…　and　lo！　I　was　in
  the　dingy　room　before　the　fire；　which　was　by　this　time　half
  extinguished。　　In　my　dream　I　had　confounded　the　noise　of　the　street
  with　those　of　my　night　journey；　the　crack　which　had　aroused　me　I
  soon　found　proceeded　from　the　whip　of　a　carter；　who；　with　many
  oaths；　was　flogging　his　team　below　the　window。
  Looking　at　a　clock　which　stood　upon　the　mantelpiece；　I　perceived
  that　it　was　past　eleven；　whereupon　I　said　to　myself；　'I　am　wasting
  my　time　foolishly　and　unprofitably；　forgetting　that　I　am　now　in　the
  big　world；　without　anything　to　depend　upon　save　my　own　exertions'；
  and　then　I　adjusted　my　dress；　and；　locking　up　the　bundle　of　papers
  which　I　had　not　read；　I　tied　up　the　other；　and；　taking　it　under　my
  arm；　I　went　downstairs；　and；　after　asking　a　question　or　two　of　the
  people　of　the　house；　I　sallied　forth　into　the　street　with　a
  determined　look；　though　at　heart　I　felt　somewhat　timorous　at　the
  idea　of　venturing　out　alone　into　the　mazes　of　the　mighty　city；　of
  which　I　had　heard　much；　but　of　which；　of　my　own　knowledge；　I　knew
  nothing。
  I　had；　however；　no　great　cause　for　anxiety　in　the　present　instance；
  I　easily　found　my　way　to　the　place　which　I　was　in　quest　of　…　one　of
  the　many　new　squares　on　the　northern　side　of　the　metropolis；　and
  which　was　scarcely　ten　minutes'　walk　from　the　street　in　which　I　had
  taken　up　my　abode。　　Arriving　before　the　door　of　a　tolerably　large
  house　which　bore　a　certain　number；　I　stood　still　for　a　moment　in　a
  kind　of　trepidation；　looking　anxiously　at　the　door；　I　then　slowly
  passed　on　till　I　came　to　the　end　of　the　square；　where　I　stood
  still；　and　pondered　for　a　while。　　Suddenly；　however；　like　one　who
  has　formed　a　resolution；　I　clenched　my　right　hand；　flinging　my　hat
  somewhat　on　one　side；　and；　turning　back　with　haste　to　the　door
  before　which　I　had　stopped；　I　sprang　up　the　steps；　and　gave　a　loud
  rap；　ringing　at　the　same　time　the　bell　of　the　area。　　After　the
  lapse　of　a　minute　the　door　was　opened　by　a　maid…servant　of　no　very
  cleanly　or　prepossessing　appearance；　of　whom　I　demanded；　in　a　tone
  of　some　hauteur；　whether　the　master　of　the　house　was　at　home。
  Glancing　for　a　moment　at　the　white　paper　bundle　beneath　my　arm；　the
  handmaid　made　no　reply　in　words；　but；　with　a　kind　of　toss　of　her
  head；　flung　the　door　open；　standing　on　one　side　as　if　to　let　me
  enter。　　I　did　enter；　and　the　hand…maid；　having　opened　another　door
  on　the　right　hand；　went　in；　and　said　something　which　I　could　not
  hear：　　after　a　considerable　pause；　however；　I　heard　the　voice　of　a
  man　say；　'Let　him　come　in'；　whereupon　the　handmaid；　coming　out；
  motioned　me　to　enter；　and；　on　my　obeying；　instantly　closed　the　door
  behind　me。
  CHAPTER　XXX
  The　sinister　glance　…　Excellent　correspondent　…　Quite　original　…　My
  system　…　A　losing　trade　…　Merit　…　Starting　a　Review　…　What　have　you
  got？　…　Stop！　…　DAIRYMAN'S　DAUGHTER　…　Oxford　principles　…　More
  conversation　…　How　is　this？
  THERE　were　two　individuals　in　the　room　in　which　I　now　found　myself；
  it　was　a　small　study；　surrounded　with　bookcases；　the　window　looking
  out　upon　the　square。　　Of　these　individuals　he　who　appear