His room was last at the end of one winding corner. 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. He knocked on the doorframe. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. —There, Mr.
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