"His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. Nicholas is dead. I’m like a creature just wakened up. The woman shrugged her shoulders.
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