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The fly-coach came to a full stop. "Let us get out," cried I, opening the door, and springing to the ground to set the example. Blanche followed, and my respected parents came next. But when Mrs. Primmins was about to heave herself into movement, "Papce!" said my father. "I think, Mrs. Primmins, you must remain in, to keep the books steady." "Lord love you!" cried Mrs. Primmins, aghast.
But to go to you cut and dry, monotonously, regularly, book and exercise in hand; to see the mournful patience with which you tear yourself from that great volume of Cardan in the very honeymoon of possession; and then to note those mild eyebrows gradually distend themselves into perplexed diagonals over some false quantity or some barbarous collocation, till there steal forth that horrible Papce! which means more on your lips than I am sure it ever did when Latin was a live language, and Papce a natural and unpedantic ejaculation! no, I would sooner blunder through the dark by myself a thousand times than light my rushlight at the lamp of that Phlegethonian Papce!
The fly-coach came to a full stop. "Let us get out," cried I, opening the door, and springing to the ground to set the example. Blanche followed, and my respected parents came next. But when Mrs. Primmins was about to heave herself into movement "Papce!" said my father. "I think, Mrs. Primmins, you must remain in, to keep the books steady." "Lord love you!" cried Mrs. Primmins, aghast.
But to go to you cut and dry, monotonously, regularly, book and exercise in hand; to see the mournful patience with which you tear yourself from that great volume of Cardan in the very honeymoon of possession; and then to note those mild eyebrows gradually distend themselves into perplexed diagonals over some false quantity or some barbarous collocation, till there steal forth that horrible Papce! which means more on your lips than I am sure it ever did when Latin was a live language, and Papce a natural and unpedantic ejaculation! no, I would sooner blunder through the dark by myself a thousand times than light my rushlight at the lamp of that Phlegethonian Papce!
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