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In the morning I was up betimes, and went forthwith, after the country / fashion, to our quest's room to see if there was aught in which I could / serve him. On pushing at his door, I found that it was fastened, which / surprised me the more as I knew that there was neither key nor bolt upon / the inside. On my pressing against it, however, it began to yield, and / I could then see that a heavy chest which was used to stand near the / window had been pulled round in order to shut out any intrusion. This / precaution, taken under my father's roof, as though he were in a den of / thieves, angered me, and I gave a butt with my shoulder which cleared / the box out of the way, and enabled me to enter the room.
The man Saxon was sitting up in bed, staring about him as though he / were not very certain for the moment where he was. He had tied a white / kerchief round his head by way of night bonnet, and his hard-visaged, / clean-shaven face, looking out through this, together with his bony / figure, gave him some resemblance to a gigantic old woman. The bottle / of usquebaugh stood empty by his bedside. Clearly his fears had been / realised, and he had had an attack of the Persian ague.