" In stepping across the room, some sharp point in the floor pierced his foot, and stooping to examine it, he found that the wound had been inflicted by a long rusty nail, which projected from the boards. His face turned a dark crimson. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. ‘But lay him down. "Ah!" exclaimed Sir James. What is there?” “Tristan.
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