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'Oh, dear! then I 'm afraid we cannot ask you to speak to this Mr. Carpendike. Oggler shook his head. 'Does the fellow want the people to be miserable? 'I'm afraid, my lord, he would rather see them miserable. They introduced themselves to Mr. Carpendike in his shop.
Palmet stooped to toss shillings with her young ones, that he might avoid the woman's face. It cramped his heart. 'Don't you see, Mr. Carpendike, said fat Mr. Oggler, 'it's the happiness of the people we want; that's what Captain Beauchamp works for their happiness; that's the aim of life for all of us. Look at me! I'm as happy as the day.
I mean to deliberate. You young nobs capering over our heads I nail you down to morals. Politics secondary. Adew, as the dying spirit remarked to weeping friends. 'Au revoir would have been kinder, said Palmet. Mr. Tripehallow smiled roguishly, to betoken comprehension. Beauchamp asked Mr. Oggler whether that fellow was to be taken for a humourist or a five-pound-note man. 'It may be both, sir.
I mean to deliberate. You young nobs capering over our heads I nail you down to morals. Politics secondary. Adew, as the dying spirit remarked to weeping friends. 'Au revoir would have been kinder, said Palmet. Mr. Tripehallow smiled roguishly, to betoken comprehension. Beauchamp asked Mr. Oggler whether that fellow was to be taken for a humourist or a five-pound-note man. 'It may be both, sir.
Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea. But Lord Palmet paid Mr. Oggler a memorable compliment, by assuring him that he was altogether of his way of thinking about happiness. The frank young nobleman did not withhold a reference to the two or three things essential to his happiness; otherwise Mr. Oggler might have been pleased and flattered.
Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea. But Lord Palmet paid Mr. Oggler a memorable compliment, by assuring him that he was altogether of his way of thinking about happiness. The frank young nobleman did not withhold a reference to the two or three things essential to his happiness; otherwise Mr. Oggler might have been pleased and flattered.
'Oh, dear! then I 'm afraid we cannot ask you to speak to this Mr. Carpendike. Oggler shook his head. 'Does the fellow want the people to be miserable? 'I'm afraid, my lord, he would rather see them miserable. They introduced themselves to Mr. Carpendike in his shop.
Oggler, a tradesman of the town, on the Liberal committee, dressed in a pea-jacket and proudly nautical, they applied for the vote, and found it oftener than beauty. Palmet contrasted his repeated disappointments with the scoring of two, three, four and more in the candidate's list, and informed him that he would certainly get the Election. 'I think you're sure of it, he said.
Picturesque, if you like! 'Dramatic, certainly. And I ran away with the bride next morning? 'No! roared Palmet; 'you didn't. There's the cruelty of the whole affair. Beauchamp laughed. 'An old messmate of mine, Lieutenant Jack Wilmore, can give you a different version of the story. I never have fought a duel, and never will. Here we are at the shop of a tough voter, Mr. Oggler.
Tripehallow, said Oggler, bolder in taking up the strange name than Beauchamp had been. 'I understand that. But you understand, there's never been a word against the morals of Mr. Cougham. Here's the point: Do we mean to be a moral country? Very well, then so let our representatives be, I say. And if I hear nothing against your morals, Mr. Commander, I don't say you shan't have my vote.
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