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Chump, who had heard that there was a new man in the house, now entered the room, prepared to conquer him. As thus, after a short form of introduction: "D'ye do, sir! and ye're Mr. Paricles. Oh! but ye're a Sultan, they say. Not in morr'ls, sir. And vary pleasant to wander on the Cont'nent with a lot o' lacqueys at your heels. It's what a bachelor can do.
Chump asked Mr. Pole whether he would be up early the next morning. "Very early, you beat me, if you can," said he, aware that the question was put as a test to his sincerity. "Oh, dear! Suppose it's onnly a false alarrm of the 'bomunable Mr. Paricles which annybody'd have listened to ye know that!" said Mrs. Chump, going forth.
"Mr. Paricles oh!" went Mrs. Chump, and a great many pews were set in commotion. Forthwith she bent over Cornelia's lap, and Cornelia, surveying her placidly, had to murmur, "By-and-by; by-and-by." "But, did ye see 'm, my dear? and a forr'ner in a Protestant Church! And such a forr'ner as he is, to be sure! And, ye know, ye said he'd naver come with you, and it's them creatures ye don't like.
Paricles has got her at last. That's certain. Gall'ns of tears has poor Mr. Braintop cried over it, bein' one of the mew-in-a-corner sort of young men, ye know, what never win the garl, but cry enough to float her and the lucky fella too, and off they go, and he left on the shore." Merthyr looked impatiently out of the window. His wounds throbbed and his forehead was moist. "With Mr.
The marital eulogy had touched her, and she was not a woman of coldly-flowing blood, she had an excuse for the constant employment of the fan. "And well, Mr. Paricles! have ye got nothin' to tell us about foreign countesses and their slips? Because, we can listen, sir, garls or not. Sure, if they understand ye, ye teach 'em nothin'; and if they don't understand ye, where's the harm done?
Paricles that's got ye in his power and's goin' to be the rroon of ye shame to 'm! Your father's told me; and, oh! my darlin' garls, don't think ut my fault. For, Pole Pole " Mrs. Chump was choked by her grief. The ladies, unbending to some curiosity, eliminated from her gasps and sobs that Mr. Pole had, in the solitude of his library below, accused her of causing the defection of Mr.
Chump, who had heard that there was a new man in the house, now entered the room, prepared to conquer him. As thus, after a short form of introduction: "D'ye do, sir! and ye're Mr. Paricles. Oh! but ye're a Sultan, they say. Not in morr'ls, sir. And vary pleasant to wander on the Cont'nent with a lot o' lacqueys at your heels. It's what a bachelor can do.
Pericles?" he queried, while Mrs. Chump was giving him the reasons for the immediate visit to Brookfield. "They're cap'tal friends again, ye know, Mr. Pow's, Mr. Paricles and Pole; and Pole's quite set up, and yesterday mornin' sends me two thousand pounds not a penny less! and ye'll believe me, I was in a stiff gape for five minutes when Mr. Braintop shows the money.
The marital eulogy had touched her, and she was not a woman of coldly-flowing blood, she had an excuse for the constant employment of the fan. "And well, Mr. Paricles! have ye got nothin' to tell us about foreign countesses and their slips? Because, we can listen, sir, garls or not. Sure, if they understand ye, ye teach 'em nothin'; and if they don't understand ye, where's the harm done?
'Oh, dear, no! and ye're mistaken, and we're thinkin' o' the coal-scuttle in the back parlour, or somethin' about souls, if not coals. There's their answer. What did ye do with Mr. Paricles on board the yacht? Aha!" "What's this about Pericles?" said Mr. Pole. "Oh, nothing, Papa," returned Adela. "Nothing, do ye call ut!" said Mrs. Chump. "And, mayhap, good cause too.
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