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When he recovered, he was lying on his sound side on a couch under the window, across which the curtains of painted and gilded leather had been drawn.
An elderly, bearded man in black was observing him, and someone whom he could not see was bathing his brow with a cool aromatic liquid. As he fetched a sigh that filled his lungs and quickened his senses into full consciousness, the man smiled.