Why do you think I’m indulging in all this very un-English love talk?’ ‘But you are idiot, Gérard. Quarter-staves, bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered; and, to judge from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must have been tapped pretty freely. When he reached the happy ending, he waited.
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