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Léonie awoke, sighing. Nausea threatened to overwhelm her, and for a few minutes she lay with closed eyes, in semi-consciousness. By degrees she shook off the effects of the drug, and struggled up, a hand to her head. She looked about her in bewilderment, and found that she was on a couch in a strange apartment, alone. Bit by bit memory came, and she got up, and went to the window.
"Tiens! " she said, looking out. "Where am I now? I do not know this place. It is the sea. " She stared at the harbour in bewilderment. "That man gave me an evil drink, I remember. And I went to sleep, I suppose. Where is this wicked Comte? I think that I bit him very hard, and I know that I kicked him. And then we came to that inn -- where was it? -- miles and miles from Avon -- and he brought me coffee. " She chuckled. "And I threw it at him. How he did swear! Then he brought more coffee, and he made me drink it. Faugh! Coffee, he called it? Pig-wash! What then? Peste, I do not know anything more! " She turned to look at the clock on the mantelpiece, and frowned. "Mon Dieu, what is this? " She went to the clock, and regarded it fixedly. "Sotte! " she addressed it. "How can you be noon? It was noon when he made me drink that evil pig-wash. Tu ne marches pas."