Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. He saw now that it was merely a boy. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry.
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