They sold him the whisky. ‘Poor things. From the window he saw The Tigress faring toward Copeley's! Then somebody was coming? Some political high muckamuck, probably. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light.
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