" "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now. Wild," implored the turnkeys. Then she stood up and looked around the room. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Not conceiving that his sister—feeble as she was, and yielding as she had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether expressed or implied—would depart without consulting him, he was equally surprised and enraged to hear the servants busied in transporting her to the carriage.
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