“I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. And she seemed always to keep one eye on Ann Veronica’s dress. “It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed.
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