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"
Mrs.
O'Dowd
,
"
he
said
,
"
had
n't
you
better
get
Amelia
ready
?
"
"
Are
you
going
to
take
her
out
for
a
walk
?
"
said
the
Major
's
lady
;
"
sure
she
's
too
weak
to
stir
.
"
"
I
--
I
've
ordered
the
carriage
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
--
and
post-horses
;
Isidor
is
gone
for
them
,
"
Jos
continued
.
"
What
do
you
want
with
driving
to-night
?
"
answered
the
lady
.
"
Is
n't
she
better
on
her
bed
?
I
've
just
got
her
to
lie
down
.
"
"
Get
her
up
,
"
said
Jos
;
"
she
must
get
up
,
I
say
"
:
and
he
stamped
his
foot
energetically
.
"
I
say
the
horses
are
ordered
--
yes
,
the
horses
are
ordered
.
It
's
all
over
,
and
--
"
"
And
what
?
"
asked
Mrs.
O'Dowd
.
"
I
'm
off
for
Ghent
,
"
Jos
answered
.
"
Everybody
is
going
;
there
's
a
place
for
you
!
We
shall
start
in
half-an-hour
.
"
The
Major
's
wife
looked
at
him
with
infinite
scorn
.
"
I
do
n't
move
till
O'Dowd
gives
me
the
route
,
"
said
she
.
"
You
may
go
if
you
like
,
Mr.
Sedley
;
but
,
faith
,
Amelia
and
I
stop
here
.
"
"
She
SHALL
go
,
"
said
Jos
,
with
another
stamp
of
his
foot
.
Mrs.
O'Dowd
put
herself
with
arms
akimbo
before
the
bedroom
door
.
