“Lady Ferringhall, sir. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. "My sight is failing me. Petals!. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” he announced to Mrs. ’ With pretty imperiousness, she gestured to the bed beside her. “Thanks to you. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. But think of the disillusionment! Except for our sex we have minds like men, desires like men.
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