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She went down, not easily hiding how much she was

inclined to shrink and tremble; for the appearance of this traveller was

particularly disagreeable to her She had sat in her quiet corner before

supper i what he would have been in the scenes and places within

her experience, until he inspired her with an aversion that made him

little less than terrific He followed her doith his s politeness, followed her in,

and resumed his seat in the best place in the hearth There with the

wood-fire, which was beginning to burn low, rising and falling upon his thrust out to war the

hot wine down to the lees, with a

The tired coone to bed

except the young lady's father, who dozed in his chair by the fire

The traveller had been at the pains of going a long way up-stairs to his

sleeping-room to fetch his pocket-flask of brandy He told them so, as

he poured its contents into as left of the wine, and drank with a

new relish 'May I ask, sir, if you are on your way to Italy?'

The grey-haired gentle to

withdraw He answered in the affirmative 'I also!' said the traveller 'I shall hope to have the honour