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up to open a door he opened all the doors with 

 old-fashioned latches he was portentously tall, 

 and when stretched on the rug before the fire 

 he seemed too long for this world as indeed 

 he was. His coat was the finest and softest I 

 have ever seen, a shade of quiet Maltese ; and 

 from his throat downward, underneath, to the 

 white tips of his feet, he wore the whitest and 

 most delicate ermine ; and no person was ever 

 more fastidiously neat. In his finely formed 

 head you saw something of his aristocratic char- 

 acter ; the ears were small and cleanly cut, there 

 was a tinge of pink in the nostrils, his face was 

 handsome, and the expression of his countenance 

 exceedingly intelligent I should call it even a 

 sweet expression if the term were not incon- 

 sistent with his look of alertness and sagacity. 



It is difficult to convey a just idea of his gay- 

 ety in connection with his dignity and gravity, 

 which his name expressed. As we know noth- 



