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hour, and then nod to go into my 

 pocket again ; and at other times, as 

 if restless, would insist, in the way he 

 had made me understand, that, like a 

 baby, he wanted motion, and when I 

 walked about with him he grew quiet 

 and content again. At home he had 

 been very fond of a dish of dried rose- 

 leaves, in which he would wallow and 

 burrow, and my wife sent him from 

 Rome a little bag of them, which he 

 enjoyed weakly for a little. But in his 

 last days the time was spent by day 

 mostly in my pocket, and by night on 

 my bed with his head on my hand. 

 It was only the morning before his 

 death that he seemed really to suffer, 

 and then a great restlessness came on 

 him, and a disposition to bite convul- 

 sively whatever was near him, so that 

 when the spasm was on him I gave 

 him a little chloroform to inhale till it 



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