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Colonel Lord George Cleeve, blissfully slumbering in deep armchair beside the library fire, choked upon a snore and, opening his eyes, perceived the Major opposite in another deep chair; but the Major was awake, his frowning gaze was bent upon the fire and ever and anon he sighed deeply.
"Refuse me, Jack! " exclaimed the Colonel, "to hark to you one would think you in love and -- er -- damnably forlorn, you sigh, man, you sigh, aye, let me perish, you puff grief like any bellows."