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The individual on the doorstep had fallen into slumber over his own knees. No greater air of prosperity clung about him than is conveyed by a rusty overcoat and wisps of cloth in place of socks. Shelton endeavoured to pass unseen, but the sleeper woke.
"Ah, it's you, monsieur! " he said "I received your letter this evening, and have lost no time. " He looked down at himself and tittered, as though to say, "But what a state I 'm in!"