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"No. ’ She closed her mind on the possibility of finding out, and went on, ‘But
me, I have been in a war, and I have won. 8 or
1. ” She said. But I never found any truth in the saying. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd
chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by
shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter
days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!"
Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's
mouth, and forced him out of the room. "Try!"
Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to
carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. He pretended to be unaware of the mishap. ‘A little promenade, madame?’
Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little
rustle of her silken petticoats. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have
always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman.
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