The evenings were dulcet and soft. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. "It is too late. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. ‘That is why I have come to England, you understand. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a moment later.
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