Step In, Arc, You'd Have It, Said to Himself

To forget himself and sleep was impossible now, at least till nighttime. They cannot go back now to the music sung by the decanter women. So he must forget himself in the dream of daily life. Then we shall see,. step in, arc, you'd have said to himself, been getting up. He put on a gray dressing gown lined with blue cell, tied with tassels and a knot; drew a deep breath of air into his broad, bare chest. Walked to the window with its usual confident step, turning out his feet that carried his full frame so easily. rang the bell loudly. It was answered by an old friend, his valet, Matt V