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Prithee be pacified, thou shalt see me within this hour as pretty a fluttering Spark as any's in Town. My noble Lord, I give you thanks and joy; for, you are happy too. Car. As Love and Beauty can make me. Fran. And I, as no damn'd Wife, proud Daughter, or tormenting Chamber-maid can make me. Ant. And I, as Heaven and Clara can.
"No, mother, it's nothing you've done. It's rather what I've done, or all of us. We are all in the same boat. It's my managing, I suppose; anyhow, I've made a mess of it and we're very near the end of the rope. There doesn't seem any outlook anywhere. We're overdrawn at the bank; they won't give us credit in the town, and I don't see where any's to come from." "Oh, it's money!
Why, Sir, what, do you take us for Cheats? Sir Tim. As errant, as any's in Christendom. Sharp. How, Sir? Sir Tim. Why, how now what, fly in my Face? Are your Stomachs so queasy, that Cheat won't down with you? Sham. Why, Sir, we are Gentlemen; and though our ill Fortunes have thrown us on your Bounty, we are not to be term'd Sir Tim. Why, you pair of Hectors whence this Impudence?
There shall none die along of me, much less be tormented. 'Needs be that one man die for the people, quoted Mrs. Marston easily. 'Only through blood can sin be washed white. 'Blood makes things raddled, not white; and if so be any's got to die; I'll die for myself.
You have defil'd with blood my cell, that to this day had been inviolate. You have done that, for which, if any's so malicious, he may expel me my office." She said, and trembling, rends her aged hairs, And both her cheeks with wilder fury tears: Sad murmurs from her troubl'd breast arise, A shower of tears there issu'd from her eyes.
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