Chapter 51 51

My imagination

Carries no favour in it but Bertram's;

I am undone, there is no living, none,

If Bertram be away.

-All's Well that Ends Well.

At the hour which he had appointed the preceding evening the indefatigable lawyer was seated by a good fire and a pair of wax candles, with a velvet cap on his head and a quilted silk nightgown

            
            

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