While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. Please don’t let any one know that.
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