"Dying, Sir Rowland. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. ’ ‘Was. His sister appeared. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks.
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