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p, I know--bang up to the mark"--here he winked an eye, and put his finger to his nose--"wide awake--Huck--uck--uck--uck! how his name sti--sticks. Your hand, Mr. Gammon--here--this, this way--what are you bobbing your head about for? Ah, ha!--The floor--'pon my life!--how funny--it's like being at sea--up, down--oh dear!"--he clapped his hand to his head. [Pythagoras has finely observed, that a man is not to be considered dead drunk till he lies on the floor, and stretches out his arms and legs to prevent his going lower.] See-saw, see-saw, up and down, up and down, went everything about him. Now he felt sinking through the floor, then gently rising towards the ceiling. Mr. Gammon seemed getting into a mist, and waving about the candles in it. Mr. Titmouse's head swam; his chair seemed to be resting on the waves of the sea. "I'm afraid the room's rather close, Mr. Titmouse," hastily observed Gammon, perceiving from Titmouse's sudden paleness and silence, but too evident symptoms that his powerful intellect was for a while paralyzed. Gammon started to the window and opened it. Paler, however, and paler became Titmouse. Gammon's game was up much sooner than he had calculated on. "Mrs. Brown! Mrs. Brown!" he called out, opening the sitting-room door--"order a coach instantly, and tell Tomkins"--that was the inn porter--"to get his son ready to go home with this gentleman--he's not very well." He was quickly obeyed. It was, in truth, "_all up_" with Titmouse--at least for a while. As soon as Gammon had thus got rid of his distinguished guest, he ordered the table to be cleared of the glasses, and tea to be ready within half an hour. He then walked out to enjoy the cool evening; on returning, sat pleasantly sipping his tea, now and then dipping into the edifying columns of the _Sunday Flash_, but oftener ruminating upon his recent conversation with Titmouse, and speculating upon certain possible results to himself personally; and a little after eleven o'clock, that good man, at peace with all the world--calm and serene--retired to repose. He had that night rather a singular dream; it was of a snake encircling a monkey, as if in gentle and playful embrace. Suddenly tightening its folds, a crackling sound was heard; the writhing coils were then slowly unwound--and, with a shudder, he beheld the monster licking over the motionless figure, till it was covered with a viscid slime. Then the serpent began to devour his
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