Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. CHAPTER XVII. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. She explained she was expecting an important interview, and asked that her visitor should be duly shown in. You'll need all your strength to grab him. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full.
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