If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. "Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as in his grave.
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