She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. " "Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house.
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