When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. He screamed in pain, doubling over with a howl as she stumbled out of the bed. Nobody regards Constance or Vee as a delicate trifle. Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to the nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the ambrosian fluid. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so.
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