Morrell did not immediately respond to requests for comment by the Bee.
She stopped rocking herself, and said imperatively, "Will you please put that back, Dr. Morrell?"
Then, with a jerk and apropos of nothing, Sybil asked: "Miss Morrell, is it very difficult to get upon the stage?"
“Mistress Morrell, I wish you good even,” said Temperance, coming in after her sister.
At least, the general public presumed that Mr. Morrell had run away without leaving any clue.
But—and here was the problem, and Morrell had not warned me: should I also will my head to be dead?
