" "Don't say anything about it, dear Mrs. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. Besides, you cannot visit people armed with a pistol in London, you know. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. Ramage, and might describe the affair to him, she cried “Oh!” with renewed vexation, and repeated some steps of her dance in a new and more ecstatic measure.
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