Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -- MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
"WOULD there be any indiscretion in my asking who that young lady is?" inquired Mr. Byrd of Mr. Ferris, as, after ascertaining that the stricken sufferer still breathed, they stood together in a distant corner of the dining-room.
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