He then gives each of his pipes a final tap, not briskly as before, but slowly, as if he was thinking between each tap.

I have sometimes decided to send him a tin of the only tobacco to smoke, but on the whole I could not undertake the responsibility of giving a man whom I have only studied for a few months such a testimonial.

Therefore when his last tap says good-night to me, I take my cold brier out of my mouth, tap it on the mantelpiece, smile sadly, and go to bed.
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