go. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white
favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the
church. Upon the pavement near the court lay the
porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. ‘Your niece, ma’am. He proposed, he wanted to possess her! He loved her. She kept opening her eyes and looking at it. A constant attendant at court, he had the mortification to see every one
promoted but himself, and thus bewails his ill-luck. Then
one old crone, short-sighted and shaky-handed, called Ann Veronica “dearie,”
and made some remark, obscure and slangy, of which the spirit rather than the
words penetrated to her understanding. "Where did I hear that before?"
"Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. “I am giving my understudy a chance.
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