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That night master never came home.

Nor the nex night, nor the nex.
On the fourth day an octioneer arrived; he took an infantry of the furnitur, and placed a bill in the window.
At the end of the wick Altamont made his appearance.

He was haggard and pale; not so haggard, however, not so pale as his miserable wife.
He looked at her very tendrilly.