`Oh God confound you, Mr Lockwood! Iwish you were at the--` commenced my host, setting the candle on a chair,because he found it impossible to hold it steady. `And who showed you up intothis room?’ he continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding histeeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. `Who was it? I’ve a good mind toturn them out of the house this moment!’
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