“Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. I do not care in the least. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police.
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