" "I've no intention of stirring," replied the woollen-draper, who was thus unceremoniously disturbed: "and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. Get you gone. It is useless to contend with him, even with right on your side. "Off!" she cried with a prolonged and piercing shriek. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat.