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Boosey of it at the Gnus' dinner. He laughed very much, and when I said that a good many of the faces were sadly stained, he said in his droll way, "You ought to call it L'Opera di Bordeaux; Le Domino rouge." I supposed it was something funny, so I laughed a good deal. He said to me later: "Shall I pour a little claret into your book I mean into your glass?" Wasn't it a pretty bon-mot?
"Upon my word, sir, I'm not aware," said Pen, hardly able to contain his laughter, but added, "I'm a stranger; this is my first term;" on which Lowton began to point out to him the notabilities in the Hall. "That's Boosey the bencher, the bald one sitting under the picture and aving soup; I wonder whether it's turtle? They often ave turtle.
I knew that she did not marry me, but sundry shares in the Patagonia and Nova Zembla Consolidation, and a few hundred house lots upon the island. What then? I wanted her, she was willing to take me, being sensible enough to know that the stock and the lots had an incumbrance. Voila tout, as young Boosey says. Your wife wants you to build a house. You'd better build it. It's the easiest way.
Gnu, "that if she once got a good hold of any hand, she wouldn't let it go immediately." "Good!" shouted Mr. Boosey. "Hi! hi!" roared Mr. Potiphar. The Pacha took snuff placidly, and said quietly: "You've fairly trumped my trick, and taken it, Mrs. Gnu." "I should say the trick has taken her," whispered Mr. Firkin at my elbow to Kurz Pacha.
Abraham Boosey retired to the bar of the Duke's Head, Muggins tenderly embraced every tombstone he met on his way through the churchyard, the "gentlefolk" followed Reynolds' lantern towards the vicarage, and Mr.
"Yes," said Mrs. Potiphar. "Why, because she will not be comforted." There wasn't half so much laughing at this as at my question although Mrs. Potiphar said it was capital, and I thought so too, when I found out who Rachel was. But Mrs. Gnu continued to be like Rachel, and Mr. Boosey continued to try to amuse her.
Potiphar to everybody he met; "I am not to be left in the lurch, my dear sir, it isn't my way." And then he marched on, Gauche Boosey said, as if at least both sides of the street were his way. He's changed a great deal lately. The De Familles were going the same day. "Hope you've secured rooms, De Famille," said Mr. Potiphar blandly to him.
P. stepped up and ordered him to leave the house. Boosey said he would do no such thing; and I have no doubt we should have had a scene, if Mr. P. had not marched him straight to the door, and put him into a carriage, and told the driver where to take him. Mr. P. was red enough when he came back.
"My young friends and allies, Messrs. Boosey, Firkin, and Croesus, say that they come to Paris to see the world. They get the words wrong, you know.
And she showed me the very handsomest part of it, and so much handsomer than mine, that I can never wear it. "Polly, I am so glad you know me so well," said I. "I'm delighted with the dress. To be sure, it's rather prononce for your style; but that's nothing." Just then a polka struck up. "Come along! give me this turn," said Boosey, and putting his arm round Mrs.
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