Jack was a comical scoundrel, and made a little too free with his grace's best burgundy, as well as his grace's favourite housekeeper. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him, who won't be sent away. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. Then it dawned.
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