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As it came on nine o'clock, Lieutenant Joe and Dearborn took leave of their superior and of the table.
The former of the pair seemed to be overpowered by sleepiness, for he had been blinking like an owl during the conversation, and, were he not so polite a man, would have fallen forward and slumbered among the dishes, his head on his arms.