"Yes, thousands! my lady; and they are all for them, I know, for my lord told me so. The countess has fretted herself to fiddle-strings, 'cause she wants all, and would do if the heap was as big as St Paul's; but my lord has done justice by her, only his main object was your daughters, my lady. He loved you dearly,—Oh! very dearly."
"Then why not give me the money instead of saving it? I would have had a house in Belgrave Square, or a complete—yes, a com."
The words ceased—the last energy was spent—Lady Anne was no more.
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For a time the poor girls insisted on applying the remedies for fainting, insisting she must revive, and their own servant joined in their opinion, for in fact the invalid had lived so much longer than could have been expected in her reduced state, that both her servants and those of Mr. Palmer seemed to doubt that she could die at all; and the more immediate interest awakened for poor Lord Rotheles had made her comparatively forgotten. The nurse and valet knew better, and got them out of the room as soon as possible, the latter offering to call up Mrs. Palmer, "who was so good a lady, she
