She prevaricated. "Choose between good and evil;— between him and me. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. "His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!" Fresh groans and hisses. Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. I am yours for the making over.
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