She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. Michelle’s eyes widened. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. "I did not come hither to consult you as to the state of my health, Sir," he observed, displeased by Jonathan's allusion to the alteration in his appearance.
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