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The black slave was given to Bedwin Sands by an Egyptian pasha in exchange for three dozen of Maraschino. He has sewn up ever so many odalisques in sacks and tilted them into the Nile. "Bid the slave-merchant enter," says the Turkish voluptuary with a wave of his hand. Mesrour conducts the slave-merchant into my lord's presence; he brings a veiled female with him. He removes the veil.
Brownlow sent up word to have Oliver come down into his study and see him for a little while, so Mrs. Bedwin helped him to prepare himself, and although there was not even time to crimp the little frill that bordered his shirt-collar, he looked so delicate and handsome, that she surveyed him with great complacency. Mr.
Brownlow and Mrs. Bedwin would say to him: and what delight it would be to tell them how many long days and nights he had passed in reflecting on what they had done for him, and in bewailing his cruel separation from them.
A few days later Oliver found himself in a travelling carriage rolling fast towards his native town, with the Maylies, Mrs. Bedwin, Dr. Losberne, and Mr. Grimwig, while Mr. Brownlow followed in a post-chaise with Monks.
Young Lord Dodo's poems first appeared in this miscellany the Honourable Percy Popjoy, whose chivalrous ballads have obtained him such a reputation Bedwin Sands's Eastern Ghazuls, and many more of the works of our young nobles, were fast given to the world in the Spring Annual, which has since shared the fate of other vernal blossoms, and perished out of the world.
'And I for his falsehood with my head! rejoined Mr. Grimwig, knocking the table also. 'We shall see, said Mr. Brownlow, checking his rising anger. 'We will, replied Mr. Grimwig, with a provoking smile; 'we will. As fate would have it, Mrs. Bedwin chanced to bring in, at this moment, a small parcel of books, which Mr.
Bedwin watched him out of sight exclaiming, "Bless his sweet face!" while Oliver looked gaily round, and nodded before he turned the corner. Then Mr. Brownlow drew out his watch and waited, while Mr. Grimwig asserted that the boy would never be back. "He has a new suit of clothes on his back; a set of valuable books under his arm; and a five-pound note in his pocket.
Grimwig, with a provoking smile; "we will." Just then Mrs. Bedwin brought in some books which had been bought of the identical book stall-keeper who has already figured in this history. Mr. Brownlow was greatly disturbed that the boy who brought them had not waited, as there were some other books to be returned. "Send Oliver with them," suggested Mr.
Brownlow, ringing the bell. 'Send Mrs. Bedwin here, if you please. The old housekeeper answered the summons with all dispatch; and dropping a curtsey at the door, waited for orders. 'Why, you get blinder every day, Bedwin, said Mr. Brownlow, rather testily. 'Well, that I do, sir, replied the old lady. 'People's eyes, at my time of life, don't improve with age, sir.
The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. 'You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear? said the doctor. 'No, sir, replied Oliver. 'No, said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. 'You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you? 'Yes, sir, rather thirsty, answered Oliver. 'Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin, said the doctor. 'It's very natural that he should be thirsty.
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