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The only malady that put Herbert Dorrance in frequent and unpleasant

remembrance of his mortality was a fierce headache, which had of

late years supervened upon any iitation of mind or physical exertion His invariable

custo with one of these, was to trace it

to its supposed source, and after deterht have been expected fro for the day

She ought, therefore, to have been surprised when, while ad

that the pain in his head was intense, he yet, on theMrs Tazewell's funeral, persisted in rising and dressing

for breakfast

"It must have been the roast duck at dinner yesterday," he caluidly explained the attack "It was fat, and the stuffing

reeked with butter, sage, and onion An ostrich could not have

digested it I was tired, too, and should not have eaten heartily of

even the plainest food"

Mabel neither opposed nor sustained the theory She had slept so ill

herself as to kno restless he had been; had heard his hardly

suppressed sighs and tossings to and fro, infallible indications

with him of serious perturbation Had his discomfort been bodily

only, he would have felt no co her to his aid,