Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. Anywhere! Moonlight and music—pleasing, you know, but quite unnecessary. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. They were those of the Irish watchman. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence.
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