“Is that all you have to say?” Michelle challenged her. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. Whisky kills him suddenly; it does not sap him gradually. And there," he added, placing in his hands a heavy bag of money, and a pocketbook, "is a sum little short of fifteen thousand pounds.
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