There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. I shall quit this roof to-morrow. There was an eerie sense of brooding menace about an uninhabited establishment. Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and finished—two hundred years!. ‘That is better, no?’ ‘Dieu.
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