’ ‘Is she now? And what would you be wanting of her, may I ask?’ ‘Because she knows something that may make this fool understand that I am the mistress of—’ She broke off. All this was exciting and entertaining. The doctor had not heard from his people. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. This is not what I want. The assassination, as you call it, was, obviously, the vengeance of a kinsman of the injured lady, who no doubt was of good family, upon her seducer. See paragraph 1. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. He was the junior of both his sisters, co-educated and much broken in to feminine society. That was odd: when young people were joyous, they had to express it physically. “We’re going to be sensible. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous course. I'll be feeling fine in no time.
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