Only one thing emerged with
any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was
saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is
unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a
trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage
was an experience to be strenuously evaded. "And now, to your own
concerns. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. Business exists for such interruptions. She
rose to the fire to stoke it. She drank her glass of wine,
however, and clanked glasses good-naturedly with Mr. Sebastian was gone and another doctor came to
bleed her, to rid her of the black humors that were
causing the plague.
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