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The clock in the steeple of Saint George struck seven, and night was

coate of his ht step towards the house

He kept one hand wrapped in his cloak, as if to conceal soold pieces given him by Simon

Turchi Joy sparkled in his eyes, as he said to hied old coins reminded me that I had a serious

duty to perform After work comes the recompense What I hold in my hand

will indemnify me for the thirst I have suffered and for the time lost It

is the very best Spanish wine--as dear as if it wereas if it were liquid fire"

On entering a room in the house, he dreo bottles from his doublet and

one from under his cloak, placed thely

"No, no, not now; presently! Business first Your bewitching smile cannot

seduce me Patience, my friends; an hour hence ill becorave and roll some eetting so dark that I can no longer distinguish the

iht the la a wooden box from the mantelpiece, he drew out a flint and struck