The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. He slid out of her.
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