" Then he became merciful. The gong will go at seven-thirty. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. " "Not in the least, Sir," replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them. "Fifty now and fifty when I return. Do you hear?" "I do, Sir," replied Austin respectfully.
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