The manly maid.

　　"Now you are a high-class coachman!" remarked Richard Keen. 　　Finn came back around to that exclamation, which had overpowered the ringing in the ear that took the brunt of the blow. He opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by sunlight which, despite the filthy glass, filtered into the room punishingly. He deduced that it was noon. A lot of time had passed while he was out cold, but who could've remained conscious after a blow like that? He forgave

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