He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. “And let us have a talk about this—some other time. And now, a fair exchange, Sir. ” A little murmur of expectation, an audible silence announced the coming of “Alcide.
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