Read it through once

‘Not for the world!’ replied Mrs. Corney. ‘I couldn’t,--oh! The top shelf in the right-hand corner--oh!’ Uttering these words, the good lady pointed, distractedly, to the cupboard, and underwent a convulsion from internal spasms. Mr. Bumble rushed to the closet; and, snatching a pint green-glass bottle from the shelf thus incoherently indicated, filled a tea-cup with its contents, and held it to the lady’s lips.