He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. Ten days should see you on your feet. Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. "He is," replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head.
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