"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. ’ Her flesh crept. . They then clambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden at the back of the house. ’ ‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands. ’ She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. She repeated phrases of Mrs. General Lord Charvill disinherited him for his pains. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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