I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. He could lose himself for hours at a time. "Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.
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