Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 23, 2025
And Betsinda used to answer, "The Princess is very well, thank you, my Lord." And Giglio would heave a sigh, and think, "If Angelica were sick, I am sure I should not be very well." Then Giglio would say, "Betsinda, has the Princess Angelica asked for me today?"
Little Betsinda came in to put Gruffanuff's hair in papers; and the Countess was so pleased, that, for a wonder, she complimented Betsinda. "Betsinda!" she said, "you dressed my hair very nicely today; I promised you a little present. Here are five sh no, here is a pretty little ring, that I picked that I have had some time." And she gave Betsinda the ring she had picked up in the court.
'I'll cut your throat. 'I'll blow your brains out. 'I'll knock your head off. 'I'll send a friend to you in the morning. 'I'll send a bullet into you in the afternoon. 'We'll meet again, says Giglio, shaking his fist in Bulbo's face; and seizing up the warming-pan, he kissed it, because, forsooth, Betsinda had carried it, and rushed downstairs.
'A little bird, says Angelica. 'Poor Giglio! says mamma, pouring out the tea. 'Bother Giglio! cries Angelica, tossing up her head, which rustled with a thousand curl-papers. 'I wish, growls the King 'I wish Giglio was. . . 'Was better? Yes, dear, he is better, says the Queen. 'Angelica's little maid, Betsinda, told me so when she came to my room this morning with my early tea.
Betsinda had left the warming-pan on the floor while the princes were going on with their conversation, and as they began now to quarrel and be very fierce with one another, she thought proper to run away. 'You great big blubbering booby, tearing your hair in the corner there; of course you will give me satisfaction for insulting Betsinda.
When Giglio heard these atrocious sentiments, he forgot the respect usually paid to Royalty, lifted up the warming-pan, and knocked down the King as flat as a pancake; after which, Master Giglio took to his heels and ran away, and Betsinda went off screaming, and the Queen, Gruffanuff, and the Princess, all came out of their rooms.
In his drawings of women, Mr. Thackeray very much confined himself to two types. There was the dark-eyed, brown-haired, bright-complexioned girl who was his favourite Laura, Betsinda, Amelia; and the blonde, ringletted, clever, and false girl Becky, Blanche, Angelica, who was the favourite of the reader.
'What, said the old woodman, 'what is all this about a shoe and a cloak? And Betsinda explained that she had been left, when quite a little child, at the town with this cloak and this shoe. And the persons who had taken care of her had had been angry with her, for no fault, she hoped, of her own. And they had sent her away with her old clothes and here, in fact, she was.
"He! he! he!" shrieks out Gruff; "a promise is a promise if there are laws in Paflagonia! And as for that monster, that wretch, that fiend, that ugly little vixen as for that upstart, that ingrate, that beast, Betsinda, Master Giglio will have no little difficulty in discovering her whereabouts. He may look very long before finding HER, I warrant. He little knows that Miss Betsinda is " Is what?
'Mind she does not go with MY shoes on, which I lent her so kindly, says the Princess; and indeed the Princess's shoes were a great deal too big for Betsinda. 'Come with me, you filthy hussy! and taking up the Queen's poker, the cruel Gruffanuff drove Betsinda into her room.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking