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6. –––––––– Within about three paces of me he stopped, and passed his hand two or three times through the black and white masses of his hair. He had the air of trying to rouse himself from a mood of painful preoccupation. At length he spoke in a faint, unaccented tone, like a voice heard far off. “I want your sympathy,” said he. “Have we met before?” I asked, rather taken aback. “I really don’t remember — but I believe I’ve been half asleep, and am hardly awake yet.” He shook his head slowly, his black eyes curiously perusing my face. “You have chosen an ill place to sleep in,” he remarked after a pause. “Many a year have I sought repose there — in vain.” “Indeed? Well, I came here quite by accident, and judging by the aspect of the place, I shouldn’t have supposed it would have been
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