"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. "Teach you to keep your distance!" retorted Mrs. Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. ’ She shook her head. ’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. ” The girl shook her head. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion.
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