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She is so nervous that we may lose her any day; and if you wish Captain Crawley to be her heir, I warn you frankly, Madam, that you are doing your very best to serve him." "Gracious mercy! is her life in danger?" Mrs.
Bute cried.
Why, why, Mr.
Clump, did you not inform me sooner?" The night before, Mr.
Clump and Dr.
Squills had had a consultation (over a bottle of wine at the house of Sir Lapin Warren, whose lady was about to present him with a thirteenth blessing), regarding Miss Crawley and her case.
What a little harpy that woman from Hampshire is, Clump," Squills remarked, "that has seized upon old Tilly Crawley.
Devilish good Madeira." "What a fool Rawdon Crawley has been," Clump replied, "to go and marry a governess! There was something about the girl, too." "Green eyes, fair skin, pretty figure, famous frontal development," Squills remarked.
There is something about her; and Crawley was a fool, Squills." "A d-- fool--always was," the apothecary replied.
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