The Maid-at-arms - Chapter 7. Aftermath
CHAPTER VII. AFTERMATHCato at my bedside with basin, towel, and razor, a tub of water on the floor, and the sun shining on my chamber wall. These, and a stale taste on my tongue, greeted me as I awoke. First to wash teeth and mouth with orris, then to bathe, half asleep still; and yet again to lie a-thinking...
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