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. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. She hesitated, and for a moment thought of omitting her second verse altogether. In fact, it would not surprise me to discover that they were both Leonardo’s. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever.
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