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‘Good night!’ replied Belinda; ‘and, if at any period of my life, I—Hush!’ The lady paused and stared with a steady gaze of horror, on the ashy countenance of Mr. Cymon Tuggs. There was a double knock at the street-door. ‘It is my husband!’ said Belinda, as the captain’s voice was heard below. ‘And my family!’ added Cymon Tuggs, as the voices of his relatives floated up the staircase.
And, sure enough, four young ladies, each furnished with a towel, tripped up the steps of a bathing-machine. In went the horse, floundering about in the water; round turned the machine; down sat the driver; and presently out burst the young ladies aforesaid, with four distinct splashes. ‘Well, that’s sing’ler, too!’ ejaculated Mr. Joseph Tuggs, after an awkward pause. Mr. Cymon coughed slightly.
Cymon looked full in Belinda’s face, as he responded—‘Beautiful, indeed!’ The lady cast down her eyes, and suffered the animal she was riding to fall a little back. Cymon Tuggs instinctively did the same. There was a brief silence, broken only by a sigh from Mr. Cymon Tuggs. ‘Mr. Cymon,’ said the lady suddenly, in a low tone, ‘Mr. Cymon—I am another’s.’ Mr.
And here is another of my lovers, a rough Cymon at present certainly, but of whom I had most hopeful expectations as to his turning out well in course of time, pretending that he can't remember his nursery rhymes! On purpose to annoy me, for he knows how I doat upon them! A grisly little fiction concerning her lovers is Lady Tippins's point.
Cymon Tuggs withdraw his eyes from the young lady’s face with inconceivable rapidity. ‘Which young men—where?’ and the military gentleman clenched his fist, and glared fearfully on the cigar-smokers around. ‘Be calm, Walter, I entreat,’ said the young lady. ‘I won’t,’ said the military gentleman. ‘Do, sir,’ interposed Mr. Cymon Tuggs. ‘They ain’t worth your notice.’
Cymon, by an exertion of great personal strength, uprooted the chairs, and removed them further back. ‘Why, I’m blessed if there ain’t some ladies a-going in!’ exclaimed Mr. Joseph Tuggs, with intense astonishment. ‘Lor, pa!’ exclaimed Miss Charlotta. ‘There is, my dear,’ said Mr. Joseph Tuggs.
Dowler, and Cymon Tuggs, like Winkle, excites the jealousy of the husband. "Stop him," roared Dowler, "hold him keep him tight shut him in till I come down I'll cut his throat give me a knife from ear to ear, Mrs. Craddock, I will." And Captain Waters: "Ah! what do I see? Slaughter, your sabre unhand me the villain's life!"
Cymon completely in her power, from her acquaintance with a disgraceful transaction which had come to her knowledge at Florence. The locket was surrendered, returned with humble assurances that Madame de St. Cymon now perfectly understood the thing in its true light, and was quite convinced it had been stolen, not given.
"Excellent, Lionel! exactly the position that I wished," said Lady R , scribbling as fast as she could; "that stare of yours is true to nature Cymon and Iphigenia a perfect tableau! don't move, I beg; I only require ten minutes."
He was, at that very moment, eating pickled salmon with a pocket-knife. ‘We must leave town immediately,’ said Mr. Cymon Tuggs. Everybody concurred that this was an indispensable preliminary to being genteel. The question then arose, Where should they go? ‘Gravesend?’ mildly suggested Mr. Joseph Tuggs. The idea was unanimously scouted. Gravesend was low. ‘Margate?’ insinuated Mrs. Tuggs.
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