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The Marquis von Botter, as we have said, had been deceived by the gay and thoughtless manner of the king, and Manteuffel's warnings and advice had been thrown away.
"Anything new in the town to-day?" at length said the other soldier. "S'pose something new every tay!" replied John gruffly. "Ay, ay, I dare say; but have you anything new to tell us?" "Maype I have," said John, with a grim smile. "What is it?" "Tat I'll knock your tam thick head against tat wall if you'll pe botter me wi' any more o' your tam nonsense.
"Only look at this richly-dressed, elegant young man," whispered Marquis von Botter; "look at his youthful countenance, beaming with pleasure and delight; at his hands, adorned with costly rings, so white and soft, that they would do honor to the most high-bred lady; at that slender foot, in its glittering shoe.
Never had he bestowed such care upon his toilet; never had he remained so patiently under the hands of the barber; he even went to the large mirror when his toilet was completed, and carefully examined his appearance and costly dress. "Well," he said, smiling, "if the Marquis von Botter is not deceived by this dandy that I see before me, it is not my fault.
The king passed into the rooms of the queen-mother, where the court was assembled, and where he had granted a farewell audience to the Marquis von Botter, the ambassador of the youthful Empress of Austria. Frederick was right: the marquis had been deceived by the mask of harmless gayety and thoughtless happiness assumed by the king and court.
She's a jewel of a girl, though I say it that shouldn't. Mrs. Why don't you marry her, Botter? Shall I speak to her? I dare say she'd have you. You're not so VERY old. Mr. B. Don't aggravate me, Mrs. J. You know when I lost my heart in the year 1817, at the opening of Waterloo Bridge, to a young lady who wouldn't have me, and left me to die in despair, and married Joy, of the Stock Exchange. Mrs.
W. You do me injustice, Miss Mullins, indeed you do. Mr. B. What spirits that girl has, Mrs. Joy! Mr. J. She's a sunshine in a house, Botter, a regular sunshine. When Mrs. J. here's in a bad humor, I . . . Mrs. J. Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Joy. Mrs. B. There's a hop, skip, and jump for you! Why, it beats Ellsler! Upon my conscience it does! It's her fourteenth quadrille too. There she goes!
When a dam is raised a process which the gradual diminution of the summer currents renders frequently necessary or when a new dam is built, it often happens that the meadows above are flowed, or that the retardation of the stream extends back to the dam next above. This leads to frequent law-suits. See Botter, Sulla condizione dei Terreni Maremmani nel Ferraress.
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