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"Mercy on us! what have I said!" cried the attendant, greatly alarmed by the agitation of her mistress; "do sit down, your ladyship, while I run for the ratifia and rosa solis. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. Upon this, Jack earnestly and eloquently addressed himself to the bench, and besought that a petition which he had prepared to be laid before the King might be read. He's passed through some rough mental torture. Go to your sister, and do not quit her till all is over.
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