Wandering Heath by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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page 81 of 194 (41%)
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"This sudden apparition shook me down with a jerk; and I suppose the sight of me had something of the same effect on the woman, who staggered to the side of the track, and, plumping down amid her flounces, beckoned me feebly with her sunshade. I pulled up, and asked what I could do for her. "'You're the doctor?' she said slowly, with a tight hold on her pronunciation. "'That's so.' "'From Cornice House?' "I nodded. "She nodded back. 'That's so. Oh, dear, dear! _you_ said that. I can't help it. I'm drunk, and it's no use pretending!' "She fell to wringing her hands, and the tears began to run from her bistred eyes. "'Now, see here, Mrs.--Miss--' "'Floncemorency.' "'Miss Florence Montmorency?' I hazarded as a translation. "'That's so. Formerly of the Haughty Coal.' |
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