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" There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. Sepulchre's bell is for ever ringing in my ears—oh!" "If that's the case," observed Wood, "I'm surprised you should like to have such a frightful picture constantly in view as that over the chimney-piece. ’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. You know they say, as, indeed, I have just quoted already, that all bad poetry is written in a state of emotion, but I have no doubt that this is true of bad offers of marriage. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that.
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