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And such a handsome fellow as YOU too! Mr. W. Miss Mullins, look at Miss Ranville: what a picture of good humor. Miss M. Oh, you satirical creature! Mr. W. Do you know why she is so angry? she expected to dance with Captain Grig, and by some mistake, the Cambridge Professor got hold of her: isn't he a handsome man? Miss M. Oh, you droll wretch! Mr.
Brown and Emily Bustleton are whirling round as light as two pigeons over a dovecot; Tozer, with that wicked whisking little Jones, spins along as merrily as a May-day sweep; Miss Joy is the partner of the happy Fred Sparks; and even Miss Ranville is pleased, for the faultless Captain Grig is toe and heel with her.
Miss Ranville and her Captain shrank back amazed; Miss Trotter skirried out of his way into the protection of the astonished Lord Methuselah; Fred Sparks could hardly move for laughing; while, on the contrary, Miss Joy was quite in pain for poor Sophy Little.
Ranville has an old church tower standing in lonely fashion by itself, and you pass a conspicuous calvary as you go on to the curious little seaside resort known as Le Home-Sur-Mer. Perched here and there on the sandy ridge between the road and the shore, they have scarcely anything more to suggest a garden than the thin wiry grass that contrives to exist in such soil.
A ball once a year; footmen in canary-colored livery: Baker Street; six dinners in the season; starves all the year round; pride and poverty, you know; I've been to her ball ONCE. Ranville Ranville's her brother, and between you and me but this, dear Miss Mullins, is a profound secret, I think he's a greater fool than his sister. Miss M. Oh, you satirical, droll, malicious, wicked thing you! Mr.
The Rowdys' brougham followed next; after which Mrs. Butt's handsome equipage drove up. The two friends of the house, young gentlemen from the Temple, now arrived in cab No. 9996. We tossed up, in fact, which should pay the fare. Mr. Ranville Ranville walked, and was dusting his boots as the Templars drove up. Lord Castlemouldy came out of a twopenny omnibus.
Topham Sawyer love each other as women do who have the same receiving nights, and ask the same society; they were only separated by Ranville Ranville, who tries to be well with both and they talked at each other across him. Topham and Rowdy growled out a conversation about Rum, Ireland, and the Navigation Laws, quite unfit for print.
Ranville Ranville of the Foreign Office, who might give some news of the Spanish squabble; and Botherby, who has suddenly sprung up into note because he is intimate with the French Revolution, and visits Ledru-Rollin and Lamartine. And these, with a couple more who are amis de la maison, made up the twenty, whom Mrs. Timmins thought she might safely invite to her little dinner.
J. Get away, you foolish old creature. LADY JANE RANVILLE, of Baker Street, pronounces her to be an exceedingly forward person. This is Miss Ranville Ranville's brother, Mr. Ranville Ranville, of the Foreign Office, faithfully designed as he was playing at whist in the card-room.
W. Yes, he's a fellow of college fellows mayn't marry, Miss Mullins poor fellows, ay, Miss Mullins? Miss M. La! Mr. W. And Professor of Phlebotomy in the University. He flatters himself he is a man of the world, Miss Mullins, and always dances in the long vacation. Miss M. You malicious, wicked monster! Mr. W. Do you know Lady Jane Ranville? Miss Ranville's mamma.
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