"I understand, Sir," replied Davies, drawing a little aside. ’. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. People always rejoice at the misfortunes of others—never at their own! The droll dogs! how they must have enjoyed it!—ha! ha!" "I dare say they did. ’ The lady opened her eyes very wide indeed. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear. She infused menace into her voice. . And always they were well satisfied. “They might do you good,” she remarked. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh.
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