Ann Veronica had one of her flashes of insight. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. There is scarcely one chance in a dozen of saving his life; there would be
none at all if he were moved. ”
She relented. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. The latter has,
since, been induced to unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her
brother, and which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by
the suitor. Are you sure you're not misinformed, Sir?"
"I was in the Lodge at the time," replied the jailer. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that
her courage sometimes faltered.
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