The vesper bell had rung its parting note; the domini were mostly caged in comfortable quarters, discussing the merits of old port; and the merry student had closed his oak, to consecrate the night to friendship, sack, and claret.
Not wishing to disturb the animal he was trying to photograph, he held his indrawn breath until the shutter was released.
So he was pelted out of the coram populo, was he?
When he just looks at me, my heart begins to palpitate with excitement.
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