Well, she may claim to belong to it now.

She would not be persuaded against visitations to pestiferous hovels.

What else is there to do in such a place?
She goes about catching diseases to avoid bilious melancholy in the dark back room of a small greengrocer's shop in Whitechapel.
There--you have the word for the Countess of Fleetwood's present address.' It drenched him with ridicule.
'I am indebted to your ladyship for the information,' he said, and maintained his rigidity.
The great lady stiffened.
'I am obliged to ask you whether you intend to act on it at once.

The admiral has gone; I am in some sort deputed as a guardian to her, and I warn you--very well, very well.

In your own interests, it will be.