human
What the--how the--Gad! if it isn't ten o'clock, and I've been sleeping like a noodle ever since dawn, he said, springing out of bed and donning dressing-gown and slippers to have a first glimpse out of the window at that
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which Mr. Fairnish had promised him with his cup of tea.
human
Well, she _is_ a beauty and no mistake! Good morning to you, fair Palace of the Mists. What secrets are locked away in your breast this morning, I wonder? Well, the night has passed tranquilly enough to be sure, and that poor girl's terrors are stilled for the present twelve hours, at any rate. I'll call there after breakfast and scrape acquaintance with the lot of 'em, and judge if Mr. Robert Fairnish is as good an observer as he is a talker.