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O dear!" exclaimed Mrs Forster, jumping out of her bed with fright, and wringing her hands: "What can I do? what can I do?" "At present it is a secret, Mrs Forster, but it cannot be so long. Miss Dragwell, who feels for you very much, begged me not to say a word about it. She will call and consult with you, if you would like to see her.
Miss Dragwell, as soon as the letter was sealed, put on her bonnet, and taking Mr Ramsden's servant with her, stepped into the chaise, and drove to the house of Mr Nicholas Forster. She found Mrs Forster squatted on the bed in her ludicrous attire, awaiting her return with impatience. "Oh! Mrs Forster, I have had such trouble, such difficulty; but Mr Ramsden has been persuaded at last.
"So far we have succeeded, my dear Mrs Forster," said Miss Dragwell; "I will now return home, and come back as soon as I can with the post-chaise.
The trunk picked up at sea, being too cumbrous, was deposited with the articles of least value, in the charge of Mr Dragwell; the remainder was taken away by Newton, until he could find a more secure place for their deposit.
This last remark, always brought forward by Miss Dragwell when she had a point to carry, induced Mrs Forster to hasten downstairs to the post-chaise, which she found already occupied by Mr Ramsden's servant. As soon as she entered, it was driven off with speed in the direction already communicated to the post-boy.
There we must leave him, and follow the motions of the mischief-loving Miss Dragwell.
"You will go to another and a better world, as my papa says in his sermons; I believe that the pain is not very great but the disgrace " Mrs Forster burst into tears. "Save me! save me, Miss Dragwell! Oh! Oh! that stupid Nicholas, Oh! Oh!" "My dear Mrs Forster, we have all agreed at the parsonage that there is but one method."
Mr Dragwell was the curate of the parish; a little fat man with bow-legs, who always sat upon the edge of the chair, leaning against the back, and twiddling his thumbs before him. He was facetious and good-tempered, but was very dilatory in every thing.
Urged by her fears, Mrs Forster approached the window, and showed herself to the astonished crowd. "Curtsy to them," said Miss Dragwell; holding her handkerchief before her mouth. Mrs Forster curtsied. "Smile upon them," continued the malicious young lady. Mrs Forster grinned horribly. "Now dance your cat." Mrs Forster obeyed the injunction.
"I'll open the window and speak to the people," said Miss Dragwell; and she threw up the sash, informing the gaping multitude that Mrs Forster was quite out of her senses, but perfectly harmless. "Perfectly harmless, after killing a man!" observed one of the party below. "They won't believe me, Mrs Forster; come, you must, or you will certainly be hanged."
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