There was a dog howling allnight under my window, which may havehad something to do with it; or it mayhave been the paprika, for I had to drinkup all the water in my carafe, and was stillthirsty.
I did not sleep well, though my bed wascomfortable enough, for I had all sorts ofqueer dreams.
The latter hadnever been under-drawn: its entire anatomylay bare to an inquiring eye, except wherea frame of wood laden with oatcakes andclusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham,concealed it.
