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Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. The doctor sensed that his bolt had gone wrong, but he could not tell how or why. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. I bring you tidings of an old friend. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. Be a sport, and pile it all on me!" He went to bed. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that.
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