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But he is master, and their lordships has money in their purses." "French lordships!" exclaimed the neighbor. "Whether they calls themselves counts or markises, what's their nobility worth? Nothing!" "The Markis de Ferrier," retorted Mrs. Blake, nettled by a liberty taken with her lodgers which she reserved for herself, "is a gentleman if he is an emmy-gray, and French.
Thin it wint down through th' earls an' th' markises an' th' rest iv th' Dooley fam'ly, till fin'lly all that was left iv it was flung to th' ign'rant masses like Hinnissy, because they made a lot iv noise an' threatened to set fire to th' barns. "'An' there ye ar-re. Ye'll niver get it be askin' th' polis f'r it.
"I want," he said, "a book about earls." "What!" exclaimed the clerk. "A book," repeated the grocery-man, "about earls." "I'm afraid," said the clerk, looking rather queer, "that we haven't what you want." "Haven't?" said Mr. Hobbs, anxiously. "Well, say markises then or dooks." "I know of no such book," answered the clerk. Mr. Hobbs was much disturbed.
"Here's to HIM!" he said, lifting his glass, "an' may he teach 'em a lesson earls an' markises an' dooks an' all!" After that night, the two saw each other often, and Mr. Hobbs was much more comfortable and less desolate.
I'll no believe mysel' 'at the laad I kissed like my ain mither's son afore he gaed awa' wad turn like that upo' 's 'maist the meenute he was oot o' sicht, an' a' for a feow words aboot a fulish play actin'. Lord bliss us a'! markises is men.
"It's called the 'Crime of a Coronet; or, The Revenge of the Countess May. It's a boss thing, too. Some of us boys 're takin' it to read." "Bring it up when you come," said Mr. Hobbs, "an' I'll pay for it. Bring all you can find that have any earls in 'em. If there are n't earls, markises'll do, or dooks though HE never made mention of any dooks or markises.
Well, being a Whig, it's the fashn, as you know, to reseave littery pipple; and accordingly, at dinner, tother day, whose name do you think I had to hollar out on the fust landing-place about a wick ago? After several dukes and markises had been enounced, a very gentell fly drives up to our doar, and out steps two gentlemen. One was pail, and wor spektickles, a wig, and a white neckcloth.
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