‘For my money, you’ll not get much out of old Jarvis either. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. He was caressing an idea. She was certain he would hear, sleeping in the nearby castle. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. Nothing could occupy her attention long today, unless it concerned her situation. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. Would there be enough in the young man's envelope to pay the doctor and the hotel bill—and in the event of his death, enough to ship the body home? So all things pointed to the happy circumstance of setting this young fool upon his feet again, of seeing him hence upon his journey. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. He stared at her breasts while he touched them.
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