” Mr. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this quarter. He spoke English with astonishing facility and with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists. What is it?" "Guess," rejoined Blueskin, attempting to throw a gallant expression into his forbidding countenance. I forget the particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him.
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