‘If you’ll have the goodness, missie, to move yourself out of the way,’ he said aggrievedly, ‘and let us at him, we might have a chance of doing just that. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. ’ ‘Melusine,’ shrieked the nun. A creature of convenience, she could have cared less if her children were carried away by drunkards on the street. " There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only by a few feeble groans. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. Melusine opened her eyes at him. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners.
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