‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. “They never seem so at first!” he said. Well, you shall know. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. Priests and princes sought his knowledge of languages and philosophy and wantonly tried to throw themselves into his bed. You never can tell. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard.
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