The Master of the Mint, in the exercise of his
two-fold office of governor and publican, was mounted upon a chair, and
holding forth to his guests in a speech, to which Mrs. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. The manager, however, who stood in the
wings, nodded to her to proceed, and the orchestra commenced the first few bars
of the music. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. “Why—it’s—it’s you!”
Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Though it’s very kind of you. “Turn me. The comparisons upon which
she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose
artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. Silk. "It is open," replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springing through the outlet. But though he visited Sir Rowland Trenchard's seat,
Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or of his uncle, Sir Rowland, who,
it seems, has left the country.
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