That I recollect, and a sight of flames, like the end of the world.

I fell on one of the oil-lamps bordering the grass; my veil lighted; I had fainted; those two men saw nothing but one another; and little Sir Meeson was no help; young Lord Cressett dashed out the flames.

They brought me to my senses for a second swoon.

Livia says I woke moaning to be taken away from that hated Calesford.

It was, oh! never to see that husband of yours again.