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What have ye been doin'? and why didn't ye return, and not go hoppin' about about all night like a young kangaroo, as they say they do? Have ye read the 'Arcana of Nature and Science, ma'am?" The Hon. Mrs. Bayruffle, thus abruptly addressed, observed that she had not, and was it an amusing book? "Becas it'll open your mind," pursued Mrs.
Wilfrud, becas I'm a widde and just an abom'nation to garls, poor darlin's! And twenty shindies per dime we've been havin', and me such a placable body, if ye'll onnly let m' explode. I'm all powder, avery bit! and might ha' been christened Saltpetre, if born a boy. She hasn't so much as a shot to kill a goose, says Chump, poor fella! But he went, annyway. I must kiss somebody when I talk of 'm.
And now I've got money, I must have friends; for when I hadn't, ye know, my friends seemed against me, and now I have, it's the world that does, where'll I hide it? Oh, dear! now I'm with you, I don't mind, though this brown-faced forr'ner servant of yours, he gives me shivers. Can he understand English? becas I've got ut all in my pockut!" Merthyr sighed wearily for release.
"Why didn't she go to the hotel where the others are, if she wouldn't come here?" "But the arr'stocracy, Mr.Wilfrud! And alone alone! d'ye see? which couldn't be among the others; becas of sweet whisperin'. 'Alone," Mrs. Chump read on; "'and to-morrow I'll pay my respects to what you call your simmering pot of Emerald broth. Oh ye hussy! I'd say, if ye weren't a borrn lady.
Wilfrud, becas I'm a widde and just an abom'nation to garls, poor darlin's! And twenty shindies per dime we've been havin', and me such a placable body, if ye'll onnly let m' explode. I'm all powder, avery bit! and might ha' been christened Saltpetre, if born a boy. She hasn't so much as a shot to kill a goose, says Chump, poor fella! But he went, anyway. I must kiss somebody when I talk of 'm.
Say it's becas I'm an honest woman and don't care to hide the a unmentionables when I wear them as the t'others do," sprinkled with the dandy's famous invocations. He began to conceive romance in that sort of fun. "You're a wopper, my brave Dick! won't let any peeler take me? by Jove!"
Money? why, you never have money; you waste it if you do." "Not money, Pole? Oh! and why? Becas ye keep me low o' purpose, till I cringe like a slut o' the scullery, and cry out for halfpence. But, oh! that seventy-five pounds in notes!" Mr. Pole shook his head, as one who deals with a gross delusion: "I remember nothing about it." "Not about ?" Mrs. Chump dropped her chin.
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