Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. A species of vertigo seized him. ‘Jacques! This—this bête he attacks me, and you stand there and you do nothing. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs.
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