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"What think you of a proposition of making Jockey of Norfolk Patriarch of England, and of an ascertained credo for our Catholic fellow-subjects? Ingenious, is not it?" "Have you seen Puff's new volume of Ariosto?" "I have. What could possibly have induced Mr. Partenopex Puff to have undertaken such a duty? Mr.
'Shouldn't wonder if we have a large field, at length observed Jack, bringing his hack alongside his lordship's. 'Shouldn't wonder if Puff himself was to come all over brooches and rings as usual, replied his lordship. 'And Charley Slapp, I'll be bund to say, observed Jack. 'He a regular hanger-on of Puff's. 'Ass, that Slapp, said his lordship; 'hate the sight of him!
The great names might be rather far-fetched at times, to be sure, but when people are inclined to be pleased they don't keep putting that and that together to see how they fit, and whether they come naturally or are lugged in neck and heels. Puff's talk was very telling.
"I wonder how Puffy will like it," she said, as she picked up the kitten, and looked into its blue eyes. "She'll be all right," said Kingdon, "if she doesn't fight with Grandma's cats. There were about a dozen there last year, and they may object to Puff's style of hair-dressing. Perhaps we'd better cut her hair before she starts."
"I remember a most interminable proser, who was blessed with a very sensible-sounding voice, and who, on the strength of that, and his correct and constant emphases, was considered by the world, for a great time, as a sage. At length it was discovered that he was quite the reverse. Mr. Puff's wit is very like this man's wisdom.
'W-h-o-o-y! repeated he, 'I shouldn't think though, mind, it's mere conjectur' on my part that you couldn't offer him less than twenty or five-and-twenty punds; or, say, from that to thirty, continued Jack, seeing that Puff's countenance remained complacent under the rise.
Puff, allow me to introduce you to Lord Alhambra," said Ernest Clay, by which means Mr. Puff's servant's last good thing was lost. "Mr. Clay, are you an archer?" asked Cynthia Courtown. "No, fair Dian; but I can act Endymion." "I don't know what you mean. Go away." "Aubrey Vere, welcome to shire. Have you seen Prima Donna?" "No; is he here? How did you like his last song in the Age?"
'But where's the use of it? exclaimed Sponge; 'it'll do us no good, you know, praisin' Puff's pack, or himself, or anything about him. 'That's just the point, said Jack, 'that's just the point. I can make it answer both our purposes, said he, with a nudge of the elbow, and an inside-out squint of his eyes.
He hung the arms of the family over his parlour-chimney; pointed at a chariot decorated only with a cypher; became of opinion that money could not make a gentleman; resented the petulance of upstarts; told stories of alderman Puff's grandfather the porter; wondered that there was no better method for regulating precedence; wished for some dress peculiar to men of fashion; and when his servant presented a letter, always inquired whether it came from his brother the esquire.
First came the worthy master of the hounds himself, in his scarlet dress-coat, lined with white satin; Tom Washball, and Charley Slapp also sported Puff's uniform; while Captain Guano, who was proud of his leg, sported the uniform of the Muffington Hunt a pea-green coat lined with yellow, and a yellow collar, white shorts with gold garters, and black silk stockings.
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