"It reminds you of a red sea suddenly petrified. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door. She had never been so happy to vomit.
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