“That’s suicidal bullshit, Lucy. . . . "Do you compare your love—a love which all may
purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. Who are they?"
Mr. Sheppard," cried the carpenter's wife bitterly; "and, I
repeat, Bedlam's too good for her. She had decided that she would spend the next morning
answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and
so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. "These
packets will establish Thames Darrell's birth, win him his inheritance, and
procure him the hand of Winifred Wood. "My stars! here's a pretty lullaby-cheat
to make a fuss about—ho! ho!"
"Deal with me as you think proper, gentlemen," exclaimed Wood; "but, for
mercy's sake don't harm the child! Let it be taken to its mother.
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