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"Paardon me, Sir John Devereux Vincent, your feyllow and his master, are not fit company for Lord George Pypp;" and he leisurely proceeded to withdraw. "Stop a minute, Pypp, I've just one remark to make," hurriedly exclaimed Mr.
The trio were just outside; and when the blue and silver footman, hauling in by his unrelinquished throat that scared bailiff, and followed by the blushing village beauty, stood within the room, Sir John and his half-dozen friends greeted the tableau with united acclamations. "I say, Pypp, that's a devilish fine creature," metaphorically remarked the Honorable Lionel Poynter. "Yaas."
Now, to all this stream of hearty English sympathy, the kind and proper feeling of young Sir John resolved to give a right direction. Sapphira that frivolous inanity, Lord George Pypp and that professed gentleman of gallantry, Mr. Harry Mynton.
"Lord George Pypp, you will oblige me by leaving the young woman alone;" was Sir John's first angry reproof when he perceived the rustic beauty radiant with indignation at some mean offence. "The worthy baronet wa-ants her for himself," drawled Pypp. "Say that again, my lord, and you shall follow Jennings."
"I beyg to observe," enunciated the noble scion, "I'm awf, Poynter." He gradually drew himself away, and the baronet never saw him more. "For shame, Pypp!" shouted after him the warm-hearted Siliphant; "I tell you what it is, Vincent, you must let me give a toast: 'Grace and her lover! here, my man, your master allows you to take a glass of wine with us; help your beauty too."
"Lord George Pypp, you will oblige me by leaving the young woman alone;" was Sir John's first angry reproof when he perceived the rustic beauty radiant with indignation at some mean offence. "The worthy baronet wa-ants her for himself," drawled Pypp. "Say that again, my lord, and you shall follow Jennings."
The trio were just outside; and when the blue and silver footman, hauling in by his unrelinquished throat that scared bailiff, and followed by the blushing village beauty, stood within the room, Sir John and his half-dozen friends greeted the tableau with united acclamations. "I say, Pypp, that's a devilish fine creature," metaphorically remarked the Honorable Lionel Poynter. "Yaas."
Now, to all this stream of hearty English sympathy, the kind and proper feeling of young Sir John resolved to give a right direction. Sapphira that frivolous inanity, Lord George Pypp and that professed gentleman of gallantry, Mr. Harry Mynton.
Poynter. "You don't mean to say, Jennings, that you are brute enough to be seducing that poor man Roger's daughter, just as he's going to be tried for his life?" asked Sir John. Simon uttered nothing in reply; but Grace burst into tears. "A fair idea that, 'pon my honour," drawled the chivalrous Pypp, proceeding to direct his delicate attentions towards the weeping damsel.
Poynter. "You don't mean to say, Jennings, that you are brute enough to be seducing that poor man Roger's daughter, just as he's going to be tried for his life?" asked Sir John. Simon uttered nothing in reply; but Grace burst into tears. "A fair idea that, 'pon my honour," drawled the chivalrous Pypp, proceeding to direct his delicate attentions towards the weeping damsel.
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