And she began, forthwith, to tell her story--a tale so neat, simple, and artless that it was quite evident from hearing her that if ever there was a white-robed angel escaped from heaven to be subject to the infernal machinations and villainy of fiends here below, that spotless being--that miserable unsullied martyr, was present on the bed before Jos--on the bed, sitting on the brandy-bottle.

She began to tell her story - a tale so neat, simple, and artless that it was quite evident that a white-robed angel escaped from heaven was before Jos - on the bed, sitting on the brandy-bottle.
