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Chapter 24

           Ifyoumakeafoolofmeagain,I’llsooncureyou,Iwarrantyou!’

           Shewasbouncingaway,whenacryfromthetwowomen,whohadturnedtowardsthebed,causedhertolookround.Thepatienthadraisedherselfupright,andwasstretchingherarmstowardsthem.

           ‘Who’sthat?’shecried,inahollowvoice.

           ‘Hush,hush!’saidoneofthewomen,stoopingoverher.‘Liedown,liedown!’

           ‘I’llneverliedownagainalive!’saidthewoman,struggling.‘IWILLtellher!Comehere!Nearer!Letmewhisperinyourear.

           Sheclutchedthematronbythearm,andforcingherintoachairbythebedside,wasabouttospeak,whenlookinground,shecaughtsightofthetwooldwomenbendingforwardintheattitudeofeagerlisteners.

           ‘Turnthemaway,’saidthewoman,drowsily;‘makehaste!makehaste!’

           Thetwooldcrones,chimingintogether,beganpouringoutmanypiteouslamentationsthatthepoordearwastoofargonetoknowherbestfriends;andwereutteringsundryprotestationsthattheywouldneverleaveher,whenthesuperiorpushedthemfromtheroom,closedthedoor,andreturnedtothebedside.Onbeingexcluded,theoldladieschangedtheirtone,andcriedthroughthekeyholethatoldSallywasdrunk;which,indeed,wasnotunlikely;since,inadditiontoamoderatedoseofopiumprescribedbytheapothecary,shewaslabouringundertheeffectsofafinaltasteofgin-and-waterwhichhadbeenprivilyadministered,intheopennessoftheirhearts,bytheworthyoldladiesthemselves.

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