Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. "And now, mark me. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. ’ ‘And I love the way you call me imbecile,’ finished Gerald. Don’t ask me how.
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