Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. “You poor little girl!” he cried. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. Now I’d like the rest of your story.
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