Burgundy as  bottle of Cied in a very brief space—after o collect t  furtion of its contents. I  pretend to justify t all tellectual curiosity, but t first rust. I am not only a middle-class man, living a regular life, fond of uality; I am also an abstainer and nonsmoker, and ttles in  of istic disorder.

    as irregular and irresponsible about imes as   go out at all and  imes my aunt found not a banana peel to s ook aurants, sometimes in t and most fasimes in little out-lying taverns.  seem good. Besides  t often made tairs fatiguing to o be plagued roubles, and o me t it  it do and last to er on, I accompanied imes to s I often saher I nor anyone else ever saw him really drunk.

    I ten our first encounter. e kneonis found ed on t and second floors. ting on top step and o one side to let me pass. I asked  and offered to take o top.

    me and I could see t I rance. Slo en filled my  y. ted me to sit beside  said it  my custom to sit on tairs at other peoples doors.

    quot;A; ;Youre quite rig  a moment, for I really must tell you   .quot;

    ed as o trance of t floor flat,  flooring betairs, t door tood a tall cupboard of maer on it, and in front of ts, an azalea and an araucaria, in large pots ands. ts looked very pretty and  spotlessly neat and clean, as I en noticed h pleasure.

    quot;Look at ttle vestibule,quot;  on, quot;s ime I cant go by  pausing a moment. At your aunts too, treme cleanliness, but ttle place of ts so sed and polis it positive