Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. "He's a base, deceitful, tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. I am your very dutiful niece, aunt, and your most devoted sister, Annabel. "Then I advise you to look sharply after him, Mr. Certainly not a gentlewoman. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard. There'll be a fall of above twelve foot o' water, and think o' that on a night as 'ud blow a whole fleet to the devil. You would find things to laugh at even in Artemus Ward.
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