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Bazalgette surprised them all by fixing her eyes on Kenealy, and saying quietly, "You know where she is." She added more excitedly: "Now don't deny it. On your honor, sir, have you no idea where my niece is?" "Upon my honah, I have an idea." "Then tell me." "I'd rayther not." "Perhaps you would prefer to tell me in private?" "No; prefer not to tell at all."
Bazalgette entered her niece's room in an ill-temper; it vanished like smoke at the sight of two new dresses, peach-colored and glacees, just finished, lying on the bed. An eager fire of questions. "Where did you get them? which is mine? who made them?" "A new dressmaker." "Ah! what a godsend to poor us! Who is she?" "Let me see how you like her work before I tell you. Try this one on." Mrs.
Bazalgette, "you left me because you are averse to matrimony, and I urged you to it; of course, with those sentiments, you have no idea of marrying that man there. I don't suspect you of such hypocrisy, and therefore I say come home with me, and you shall marry nobody; your inclination shall be free as air." "Aunt," said Lucy, demurely, "why didn't you come yesterday?
So keen are the feminine senses, that Lucy, on reflection, recognized something brusk, perhaps angry, in the rustle of that retiring dress, and soon after rang the bell and inquired where Mrs. Bazalgette was. John would make henquiries. "Your haunt is in the back garden, miss." "Walking, or what?" John would make henquiries.
Ten thousand million devils, has anybody been insulting the child in my house? They have. My wife, for a guinea." "No, no, no. It is about Mr. Dodd." "Mr. Dodd? oho!" "I have ruined him." "How have you managed that, my dear?" Then Lucy, all in a flutter, told Mr. Bazalgette what the reader has just learned. He looked grave. "Lucy," said he, "be frank with me. Is not Mr. Dodd in love with you?"
May I retire?" Mrs. Bazalgette looked to Mr. Fountain, and both bowed acquiescence. Lucy went out pale, but dry-eyed; despair never looked so lovely, or carried its head more proudly. "I don't like it," said Mr. Fountain. "I am afraid we have driven the poor girl too hard." "What are you afraid of, pray?" "She looked to me just like a woman who would go and take an ounce of laudanum.
This piece of consolation soothed David like a bunch of stinging-nettles. While Mrs. Bazalgette was consoling David with thorns, Kenealy and Talboys were quizzing his figure on horseback. He sat bent like a bow and visibly sticking on: item, he had no straps, and his trousers rucked up half-way to his knee.
Bazalgette tried on her dress, and was charmed with it. Lucy would not try on hers. She said she had done so, and it fitted well enough for her. "Everything fits you, you witch," replied the B. "I must have this woman's address; she is an angel." Lucy looked pleased. "She is only a beginner, but desirous to please you; and 'zeal goes farther than talent, says Mr. Dodd." "Mr. Dodd!
Come, I see you are in a difficulty. Take them both to the stable, Tom." "No, no, no," cried Lucy. "Oh, Mr. Bazalgette, don't tempt me to be so wicked." Then she put both her fingers in her ears and screamed, "Take the bay darling out of my sight, and leave the cream-colored love."
Bazalgette say something about the length of your last dressmaker's bill, and, as I have been very economical at Font Abbey, I found I had eighteen pounds to spare, so I said nothing, but I thought we will have a dress apiece that nobody shall have to pay for." "Eighteen pounds? These two lovely dresses, lace, trimmings, and all, for eighteen pounds!" "Yes, aunt.
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