" "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. Spurlock dove headlong at the other's legs, toppling the man. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. " "Confusion!" thundered Wild. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about. “I didn’t understand, Vee.
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