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While thus employed, there was a sharp tap at his door and Vizard's voice outside.

Vizard told the servant to show the visitor into the library, and take in the Madeira and some biscuits.

Vizard heard their voices going like mill-clacks at this sacred hour, and summoned them rather roughly, as stated above.

There, too, was the wash-leather face, and other traits Vizard professed to know an actress's lover by.