Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. ‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused. She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down. Quilt's manner, indeed, was that of a man endeavouring to muster up sufficient resolution for the commission of some desperate crime. From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night his ruin may be dated.
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