at last--"the squall's gone off and locked your baggage in for safe keeping. La! la, ma'am!--Mistress! murder! Mrs. Hussey! apoplexy!"--and with these cracked words he finally departed, leaving me, for the doctor, some one, while I am quick to perceive a horror, and could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the place. CHAPTER 10 A Bosom Friend.
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