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I didnt expect to find him up so soon, remarked Rischenheim.
Well, maam, I was comin in to ask if the visitors was stayin forlunch when this man jumped out at me. Who is it? said a little voice from within.
A letter of yours was found in the dead mans pocket, and we knowby it that you had planned to pass last night at his house.So I did. The remembranceOf his dear friends freedomGives him freedomIn his dungeon.
SHOULD these songs, love, as they fleet, Hes lying on the bed moaning and swearing, because his wounded arm gives him pain.
The top floor belongs to Miles McLaren. He is a brilliant fellowwhen he chooses to work- one of the brightest intellects of theuniversity; but he is wayward, dissipated, and unprincipled. He wasnearly expelled over a card scandal in his first year. He has beenidling all this term, and he must look forward with dread to theexamination. Holmes and I had listened spellbound to this extraordinary story. Myfriend rose now and paced up and down the room, his hands in hispockets, and an expression of the most profound gravity upon his face.Is Toller still drunk? he asked.
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The Count took leave of his family, for the night, with an assumed gaiety, which but ill concealed the anxiety, that depressed his spirits, and retired to the north apartments, accompanied by his son and followed by the Baron, M. Du Pont and some of the domestics, who all bade him good night at the outer door. In these chambers every thing appeared as when he had last been here; even in the bed-room no alteration was visible, where he lighted his own fire, for none of the domestics could be prevailed upon to venture thither. After carefully examining the chamber and the oriel, the Count and Henri drew their chairs upon the hearth, set a bottle of wine and a lamp before them, laid their swords upon the table, and, stirring the wood into a blaze, began to converse on indifferent topics. But Henri was often silent and abstracted, and sometimes threw a glance of mingled awe and curiosity round the gloomy apartment; while the Count gradually ceased to converse, and sat either lost in thought, or reading a volume of Tacitus, which he had brought to beguile the tediousness of the night.