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“Remember,” he said, “you are not by any means a dying man now, but you’ll never pull through if you don’t husband your strength. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You should have gone to Charvill. I must have something in hand. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me. Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room, "that people of quality laughed so. He will return, and you shall be awaiting his arrival!” When her own underarms and groin turned pink, then blue, then black, she confined herself to bed.
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