He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops.
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