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"Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him. Only the next of kin. . . ” He shook his head. Without you I should never have recovered either health or reason. "You lie, hussy!" replied Jonathan, rudely pushing her aside, as she vainly endeavoured to oppose his entrance into the room; "she is here. ” The talk was animated, and remained always brilliant in form even when it ceased to be brilliant in substance. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. Accounted extremely pretty in her youth, her features and person expanded as she grew older, without much detriment to their original comeliness.
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