’ ‘Excellent,’ Gerald had approved. On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. Gerald at once rid himself of his own glass and leapt to her assistance. CHAPTER I. “Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW. "No; I don't think I'd laugh.
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