Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue. "I don't believe McClintock would have gone into convulsions at the sight of it. He moaned. I cannot go on. “No, stay, Lucy. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. — Am I to understand that you intend to plead guilty, Sir Rowland?" he added.
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