The Night-Cellar XVIII. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. With a faint view of overtaking them the pursuer urged his steed to a quicker pace. ” He stated. ” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream.
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