Mike answered the door while still toweling his hands dry. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. "Well, he won't do that here. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. Let me only wear your livery.
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