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. White is proud of her drawing-room evenings. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on through the rooms.
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