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So into a carriage we got; in came Madame's box and my bag; Madame stood at
the door, and, I think, frightened away intending passengers, by her size
and shrillness.
At last the bell rang her into her place, the door clapt, the whistle
sounded, and we were off.
CHAPTER LXI
_OUR BED-CHAMBER_
I had passed a miserable night, and, indeed, for many nights had not had my
due proportion of sleep. Still I sometimes fancy that I may have swallowed
something in my tea that helped to make me so irresistibly drowsy. It was a
very dark night--no moon, and the stars soon hid by the gathering clouds.
Madame sat silent, and ruminating in her place, with her rugs about her.
I, in my corner similarly enveloped, tried to keep awake. Madame plainly
thought I was asleep already, for she stole a leather flask from her
pocket, and applied it to her lips, causing an aroma of brandy.
But it was vain struggling against the influence that was stealing over me,
and I was soon in a profound and dreamless slumber.
Madame awoke me at last, in a huge fuss. She had got out all our things and
hurried them away to a close carriage which was awaiting us.
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