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Nugent, and she lifted up her tear-stained face, which he caressed a little and said, 'Poor old body; but then, at a sob, 'Can't you stop Ursula from making such a row and disfiguring herself? You must pick up your looks, Edda, for I mean you to make a sensation at Jerningham's. 'Oh, Alwyn, if you could let us stay at home! Mrs.
The one on the arm the other on the head are no evidences of mental superiority. But yet they are taken, and not incorrectly taken, as signs of merit. The increased esteem shown by Mr. Jerningham for Roden should, I think, be taken as showing Mr. Jerningham's good sense and general appreciation. The two lads were both on Roden's side.
Jerningham's associate having banged to the door, with an insolent look towards Perkins, who was prying in with the most suspicious and indecent curiosity, retired, exclaiming, "That chap has a hi to our great-coats, I reckon!" and left John Perkins to pace the street and be miserable. John Perkins then walked resolutely up and down dismal Baker Street, determined on an eclaircissement.
"I don't quite know why you couldn't do it," said Sir Boreas, when Roden put it to him whether it would be practicable that a young man calling himself Duca di Crinola should take his place as a clerk in Mr. Jerningham's room. It may be remembered that Sir Boreas had himself expressed some difficulty in the matter. He had told Mr.
This species was formerly rare in Britain indeed all over the world. Little known from the days of Aspasia and Corinna to those of Madame Dacier and Mrs. Montague. Mr. Jerningham's blue worsted stockings, as all the world knows, appearing at Mrs.
Jerningham's room at the desk with young Crocker, and calling himself at the same time the Duca di Crinola, she in her arguments exhibited a weakness which he had hardly expected from her.
She was a cautious woman, and waited and watched her opportunities. In the beginning of October Mr. and Mrs. Egremont were invited to a great shooting party at Sir James Jerningham's. The invitation did not include Ursula.
"Well met, my Lord!" he exclaimed, grasping the ancient person's hand. "You've heard the fight's off?" "Is it, George? I grieve!" "Yes, it seems Jerningham's man Croxton The 'Thunderbolt' fell foul of a harmless-looking customer on his way here, and who should it be but Jessamy himself.
Next day we received a handsome present of some chimney-ornaments, with 'Miss Jerningham's regards and best thanks; but we saw no more of the Mysterious Lady for some years. When we did meet again in a quiet country town, she had been to America, and we had experienced vicissitude and bereavement.
So down they sat forthwith and, despite the Viscount's arm, and the Marquis of Jerningham's cravat, a very hearty and merry meal they made of it. But lo! as they prepared to rise from the table, voices were heard beyond the door, whereupon the Viscount sat up suddenly to listen. "Why egad!" he exclaimed, "I do believe it's my Roman!"
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