Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her
airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up
the word divorce. She
went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. Perhaps
what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of
his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty
repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. In this state, he was laid upon a
bench, to sleep off his drunken fit, while his wretched mother, in spite of her
passionate supplications and resistance, was, by Blueskin's command, forcibly
ejected from the house, and driven out of the Mint. Killed is too kind a word.
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