Return of the Prodigal Son

Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
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¡¡¡¡'Well, sir,' returned Mr. Chillip, smiling very meekly, and shaking his head as he surveyed me, 'I have a kind of an impression that something in your countenance is familiar to me, sir; but I couldn't lay my hand upon your name, really.' ¡¡¡¡'And yet you knew it, long before I knew it myself,' I returned. ¡¡¡¡'Did I indeed, sir?' said Mr. Chillip. 'Is it possible that I had the honour, sir, of officiating when -?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Dear me!' cried Mr. Chillip. 'But no doubt you are a good deal changed since then, sir?' ¡¡¡¡'Probably,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Well, sir,' observed Mr. Chillip, 'I hope you'll excuse me, if I am compelled to ask the favour of
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your name?' ¡¡¡¡On my telling him my name, he was really moved. He quite shook hands with me - which was a violent proceeding for him, his usual course being to slide a tepid little fish-slice, an inch or two in advance of his hip, and evince the greatest discomposure when anybody grappled with it. Even now, he put his hand in his coat-pocket as soon as he could disengage it, and seemed relieved when he had got it safe back.