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A paralyzing horror was upon her. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. ’ It seems that I was mistaken. You've a good deal to go through to-night. Something to tell you. He had no wish to go foraging in Spurlock's trunk. "Your ladyship is far too unwell to travel," remarked the female attendant, assisting her to rise; "you'll never be able to reach Manchester. Now lend me your own hand. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault.
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