Villette
I awoke next morning with courage revived and spirits refreshed: physical debility no longer enervated my judgment; my mind felt prompt and clear.
Just as I finished dressing, a tap came to the door: I said, “Come in,” expecting the chambermaid, whereas a rough man walked in and said—
“Gif me your keys, Meess.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Gif!” said he impatiently; and as he half-snatched them from my hand, he added, “All right! haf your tronc soon.”
Fortunately it did turn out all right: he was from the customhouse. Where to go to get some breakfast I could not tell; but I proceeded, not without hesitation, to descend.