One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. Go and live somewhere else. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room.
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