There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. The other lay unconscious in a heap. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. "I took the course I pursued to serve you. " She had no reason to doubt him. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed. Ah, and put him under if he wakes up. This was done, and Austin returned with a crest-fallen look to the table.
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