And then he was himself again.
"Pardon me," he said.

"For the moment I thought I had seen a ghost--as though ghosts apparelled themselves like the rose! You are very like some one I once knew who is now dead.

I am so glad I have been able to help your poor dog." I stammered like the rustic Richard Dawson had taken me for.

Who could this finest of fine gentlemen be?
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