"Who is it, Bess?" "How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. As in a dream, Melusine saw her faithful footman struck, his headlong progress checked. I almost died from this flu. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned.
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