His stockings were torn and soaking, so he took them off, and stuck his naked feet into the furred slippers which stood waiting by the hearth.

Then he sat himself in a great brocaded arm-chair and luxuriously stretched his legs to the blaze.
But his head was too much afire to sit still.

The comfort soaked into his being through every nerve and excited rather than soothed him.

He did not want to sleep now, though little before he had been crushed by weariness..

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