" "Didn't the natives have a name for you?" She blushed. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. ” It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on.
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