She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something
mean, some secondary kind of force. A bumper round, gentlemen. I
should scarcely have known you. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had
acquired. “I wish I didn’t swear. ’
‘And you are of a disposition entirely untruthful,’ retorted Gerald. It must have cut him. As
soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the
unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden
churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the
weight of his affliction. Get all ready for his reception. Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals. .
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