He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. "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. " "Zounds!" cried Marvel, "I—" "Hush!" whispered the tapstress, "or I retract my promise. They leave them out of novels—these incompatibilities. Has he not himself taken my daggers and my pistol and my knife? Alors, he has given me back my pistol and one dagger,’ she conceded conscientiously, ‘which is a very good thing.
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