The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. But he knew.
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