Her unnatural calm was giving way. "Shall I never see that sweet face again,—never feel the pressure of those kind hands more—nor listen to that gentle voice! Ah! yes, we shall meet again in Heaven, where I shall speedily join you. She awoke and found herself home amid a pile of three bodies, one of which she recognized as a former denizen of the household. My sister was scarcely likely to make a mistake. Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to the nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the ambrosian fluid. “Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked.
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