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I went to her rooms to-night. Water soaked her through in five minutes. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of Christ-church, without ceremony. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. She saw his eyes glaze over. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over.
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