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When a mere child she fixed her affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to remain faithful to his memory. " "Pray do so, Madam," retorted Mrs. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. " There was another pause. Later. We leave England to-night. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. I tell you, that girl would jump into the sea, rather. Don’t leave me in this beastly thing. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. I know nothing about the matter, but I feel convinced that you are right. He was caked with dried muck. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. This is your moment.
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