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"It is the effect of the wine, signor," said Griso, still keeping

at a distance; "but go to bed, sleep will do you good."

"You are right; if I could sleep-- I am well, were it not for the

want of sleep. Place the little bell near me, in case I should

want something; and be attentive if I ring. But I shall need

nothing. Carry away that cursed light," added he; "it troubles me

more than I can tell."

Griso carried off the light; and, wishing his master a good

night, he quitted the apartment as Don Roderick crouched beneath

the bed-clothes.