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If he played a wrong card, Miss Bolo looked a small armoury of daggers; if he stopped to consider which was the right one, Lady Snuphanuph would throw herself back in her chair, and smile with a mingled glance of impatience and pity to Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, at which Mrs. Colonel Wugsby would shrug up her shoulders, and cough, as much as to say she wondered whether he ever would begin.
Crushton, the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph, Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, and all the great people, and all the morning water-drinkers, met in grand assemblage. After this, they walked out, or drove out, or were pushed out in bath-chairs, and met one another again. After this, the gentlemen went to the reading-rooms, and met divisions of the mass. After this, they went home.
That's the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph. 'Is it, indeed? said Mr. Pickwick. 'No less a person, I assure you, said the Master of the Ceremonies. 'Hush. Draw a little nearer, Mr. Pickwick. You see the splendidly-dressed young man coming this way? 'The one with the long hair, and the particularly small forehead? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'The same. The richest young man in Ba-ath at this moment.
Pickwick and Miss Bolo against Lady Snuphanuph and Mrs. Colonel Wugsby. As the trump card was turned up, at the commencement of the second deal, two young ladies hurried into the room, and took their stations on either side of Mrs. Colonel Wugsby's chair, where they waited patiently until the hand was over. 'Now, Jane, said Mrs.
The dancing having commenced, the necessary introductions having been made, and all preliminaries arranged, Angelo Bantam rejoined Mr. Pickwick, and led him into the card-room. Just at the very moment of their entrance, the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph and two other ladies of an ancient and whist-like appearance, were hovering over an unoccupied card-table; and they no sooner set eyes upon Mr.
Pickwick happened to be looking another way at the moment, so her Ladyship nodded her head towards him, and frowned expressively. 'My friend Mr. Pickwick, my Lady, will be most happy, I am sure, remarkably so, said the M.C., taking the hint. 'Mr. Pickwick, Lady Snuphanuph Mrs. Colonel Wugsby Miss Bolo. Mr. Pickwick bowed to each of the ladies, and, finding escape impossible, cut. Mr.
Pickwick under the convoy of Angelo Bantam, than they exchanged glances with each other, seeing that he was precisely the very person they wanted, to make up the rubber. 'My dear Bantam, said the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph coaxingly, 'find us some nice creature to make up this table; there's a good soul. Mr.
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