Lucy aimed the firearm at Rhea’s chest. "You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir," cried Mrs. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. Was the young lady impatient for experience? Was she adventurous? As a man of the world he did not think it becoming to accept maidenly calm as anything more than a mask. "There!" cried Mrs. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant. The Northern Ocean keeps a secret better than the Thames, Sir Rowland.
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