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He received me with absolute enthusiasm. He was too rheumatic to be shaken hands with, but he begged me to shake the tassel on the top of his nightcap, which I did most cordially. When I sat down by the side of the bed, he said that it did him a world of good to feel as if he was driving me on the Blunderstone road again. As he lay in bed, face upward, and so covered, with that exception, that he seemed to be nothing but a face - like a conventional cherubim - he looked the queerest object I ever beheld. ¡¡¡¡'What name was it, as I wrote up in the cart, sir?' said Mr. Barkis, with a slow rheumatic smile. ¡¡¡¡'Ah! Mr. Barkis,
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we had some grave talks about that matter, hadn't we?' ¡¡¡¡'I was willin' a long time, sir?' said Mr. Barkis. ¡¡¡¡'A long time,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'And I don't regret it,' said Mr. Barkis. 'Do you remember what you told me once, about her making all the apple parsties and doing all the cooking?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, very well,' I returned. ¡¡¡¡'It was as true,' said Mr. Barkis, 'as turnips is. It was as true,' said Mr. Barkis, nodding his nightcap, which was his only means of emphasis, 'as taxes is. And nothing's truer than them.' ¡¡¡¡Mr. Barkis turned his eyes upon me, as if for my assent to this result of his reflections in bed; and I gave it.