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were, another planet.
Gwynplaine suddenly awoke from such a dream. He was alone. The chamber
was empty. He had not even observed that the House had been adjourned.
All the peers had departed, even his sponsors. There only remained here
and there some of the lower officers of the House, waiting for his
lordship to depart before they put the covers on and extinguished the
lights.
Mechanically he placed his hat on his head, and, leaving his place,
directed his steps to the great door opening into the gallery. As he was
passing through the opening in the bar, a doorkeeper relieved him of his
peer's robes. This he scarcely felt. In another instant he was in the
gallery.
The officials who remained observed with astonishment that the peer had
gone out without bowing to the throne!
CHAPTER VIII.
HE WOULD BE A GOOD BROTHER, WERE HE NOT A GOOD SON.
There was no one in the gallery.
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