Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. ” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly.
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