She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. "He must have gone this way," muttered Blueskin. Nor must it be imagined, that while he thus exercised his teeth, he neglected the flagon. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction, haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed to silk. A young man was playing the banjo.
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