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"Ye'll call me plain Martha, which is almost mother, and not a bit of 't. There Cornelia, my love! what do ye say?" "I can only reiterate my sister's words, which demand no elucidation," replied Cornelia. The forlorn woman turned her lap towards the youngest. "Ad'la! ye sweet little cajoler! And don't use great cartwheels o' words that leave a body crushed."
"Oh! there was flirtin', flirtin'! And go and see what the noble poet says of tying up in sacks and plumpin' of poor bodies of women into forty fathoms by them Turks and Greeks, all because of jeal'sy. So, they make a woman in earnest there, the wretches, 'cause she cann't have onny of her jokes. Didn't ye tease Mr. Paricles on board the yacht, Ad'la? Now, was he there?"
And signs ut all, 'Your faithful Charlotte. Mr. Wilfrud, I'd give five pounds for this letter if I didn't know ye wouldn't part with it under fifty. And 'deed I am a simmerin' pot; for she'll be a relation, my dear! Go to 'r. I'll have your bed ready for ye here at the end of an hour; and to-morrrow perhaps, if Lady Charlotte can spare me, I'll condescend to see Ad'la."
Chump, I listen to no gossup: listen you to no gossup. 'And Mr. Wilfrud, my dear, he sends me on the flat o' my back, laughin'. And Ad'la she takes and turns me right about, so that I don't see the thing I'm askin' after; and there's nobody but you, little Belloni, to help me, and if ye do, ye shall know what the crumple of paper sounds like." Mrs. Chump gave a sugary suck with her tongue.
"Ye'll call me plain Martha, which is almost mother, and not a bit of 't. There Cornelia, my love! what do ye say?" "I can only reiterate my sister's words, which demand no elucidation," replied Cornelia. The forlorn woman turned her lap towards the youngest. "Ad'la! ye sweet little cajoler! And don't use great cartwheels o' words that leave a body crushed."
Chump, I listen to no gossup: listen you to no gossup. 'And Mr. Wilfrud, my dear, he sends me on the flat o' my back, laughin'. And Ad'la she takes and turns me right about, so that I don't see the thing I'm askin' after; and there's nobody but you, little Belloni, to help me, and if ye do, ye shall know what the crumple of paper sounds like." Mrs. Chump gave a sugary suck with her tongue.
And signs ut all, 'Your faithful Charlotte. Mr. Wilfrud, I'd give five pounds for this letter if I didn't know ye wouldn't part with it under fifty. And 'deed I am a simmerin' pot; for she'll be a relation, my dear! Go to 'r. I'll have your bed ready for ye here at the end of an hour; and to-morrrow perhaps, if Lady Charlotte can spare me, I'll condescend to see Ad'la."
"Oh! there was flirtin', fiirtin'! And go and see what the noble poet says of tying up in sacks and plumpin' of poor bodies of women into forty fathoms by them Turks and Greeks, all because of jeal'sy. So, they make a woman in earnest there, the wretches, 'cause she cann't have onny of her jokes. Didn't ye tease Mr. Paricles on board the yacht, Ad'la? Now, was he there?"
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