"Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. "Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire. . The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. ’ ‘Comment? But already he has made this visit—in town. He was the true optimist; and that he should proceed, serenely unconscious of reefs and storms, she accepted the double buffets. The entrance of the house 85 was grand, and upon entering she was immediately greeted by John’s mother, a tall, thin woman quite a few years older than Cathy Beck. Down that on the right the young culprit was dragged—along that on the left a fainting woman was borne in the arms of several females.
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