A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. If it is that I am in the least French, and that you do not like it—’ ‘I don’t like it,’ snapped the old man. "One of us has got to die," he panted. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,—and with reason too, as I can testify.
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