Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. Nothing at all. Mistresses neither deserve consideration nor commiseration. How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement.
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