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Uncle Silas - A Tale of Bartram-Haugh by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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people perhaps ought not to have pain--at least to show when they suffer.
It is permitted us to die, but not to be sick.'

'Come, Maud, my dear, let us leave the invalid to her repose and to nature.
I don't think she needs my chloroform and opium at present.'

'Mi ladi is herself a physic which chases many things, and powerfully
affects the ear. I would wish to sleep, notwithstanding, and can but gain
that in silence, if it pleases mi ladi.'

'Come, my dear,' said Lady Knollys, without again glancing at the scowling,
smiling, swarthy face in the bed; 'let us leave your instructress to her
_concforto_.'

'The room smells all over of brandy, my dear--does she drink?' said Lady
Knollys, as she closed the door, a little sharply.

I am sure I looked as much amazed as I felt, at an imputation which then
seemed to me so entirely incredible.

'Good little simpleton!' said Cousin Monica, smiling in my face, and
bestowing a little kiss on my cheek; 'such a thing as a tipsy lady has
never been dreamt of in your philosophy. Well, we live and learn. Let us
have our tea in my room--the gentlemen, I dare say, have retired.'

I assented, of course, and we had tea very cosily by her bedroom fire.

'How long have you had that woman?' she asked suddenly, after, for her, a
very long rumination.

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