On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. “Have some more port wine, sir?”
“It’s a very sound wine,” said Mr. ‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors,
growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. He and her father shook hands
manfully.
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