“I can’t conceive what you want. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. "And his lordship, furthermore, requests me to state," proceeded Sharples, in a hoarse tone, "that he'll be responsible for the doctors' bill of all such gem'men as have received broken pates, or been otherwise damaged in the fray—ough! ough!" "Hurrah!" shouted the mob. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. " "Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. Its cavernous expanses equaled the upstairs of the house.
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