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'Did you entlemen--what

beca the first

conversational stage at which her vivacious earnestness had ceased to

nod it, keeping time to what she said It had been mentioned at the

Daybreak, she remarked, on the authority of the journals, that he had

been kept in prison for his own safety However that ht be, he had

escaped his deserts; soat her as he sarette, and

as she sat with her head bent over her work, with an expression that

conclusion

on the subject of his good or bad looks if she had seen it When she did

look up, the expression was not there The hand was sy

moustache 'May one ask to be shown to bed, ly, monsieur Hola, my husband! My husband would conduct him

up-stairs There was one traveller there, asleep, who had gone to bed

very early indeed, being overpowered by fatigue; but it was a large

chah for twenty This the

landlady of the Break of Day chirpingly explained, calling between

whiles, 'Hola, my husband!' out at the side door