pen in one hand, and a muffiner in the other, with which he occasionally sprinkled salt on the wick to make it burn blue. He sat with ‘his eyes in a fine frenzy rolling’, and turned his inspired gaze on Marionetta as if she had been the ghastly ladie of a magical vision; then placed his hand before his eyes, with an appearance of manifest pain – shook his head – withdrew his hand – rubbed his eyes, like a waking man – and said, in a tone of ruefulness most jeremitaylorically pathetic, ‘To what am I to attribute this very unexpected pleasure, my dear Miss O’Carroll?’” Flosky answers all
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