"Don't you know me, mother?" "Ah!" shrieked Mrs. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. It fell to the ground and smoked ominously.
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