The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. "Perhaps things would have been different if she had lived. I am quite sure though that they did not mean to be rude. " "That is to say, you wish you had let me die?" "That was the thought.
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