. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. “I’ll turn you here. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. ‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. Wood's," said the latter, "since I find him at his own gate.
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