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My sister made me
over, you know. Annabel entered. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which
she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly,
unperturbed by the gore. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of
one in particular. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and,
before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. In the centre of the
upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the
asylum. All
the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked
for it, kept himself in training for it.
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