I remember the family at Rickstead that died one after another of their temperance beverage." "Forgive me! That is not at all to the point.

Granting that the quality of the water is suspicious, are there not pleasant little shops where lemonade can be obtained?
But no; it is _not_ merely to quench a natural thirst that Mr.Quarrier has recourse to those pestilent vendors of poison; the drinking of strong liquor has become a tyrant-habit with him." "I deny it, Mr.Vialls!" exclaimed the girl, almost angrily.

(Mrs.
Mumbray in vain tried to interpose, and the other ladies present were partly shocked, partly amused, into silence.) "If so, then my father is a victim to the habit of drink--and so is Mr.Welwyn-Baker himself!" This was laying a hand upon the Ark.

Mrs.Mumbray gave a little scream, and several "Oh's!" were heard.

Mr.Vialls shook his head and smiled with grim sadness.
"My dear young lady, I fear we shall not understand each other.