On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. ’ Colour suffused the man’s face. Those were dreams. “I see the difficulty. " Some order. Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could be.
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