"That's all right. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Left to Capting Roding, as he told me hisself, you’d be in prison this moment. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one to me, so I've you to command me. She had lost it. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. 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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