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To say merely that I feel interested in you, would fail to express the degree of admiration with which I regard you; and it would afford me an unspeakable pleasure to hear the history of your life, from those rosy lips." "Alas!" exclaimed the Duchess, as a tear dim'd for a moment the lustre of her fine eyes "my story is but a short and sad one. Such as it is, however, you shall have it.
How many portly butlers are kept in subjection by having a footman ready to supplant them. Of all cards in the servitude pack, however, the huntsman's is the most difficult one to play. A man may say, 'I'm dim'd if I won't clean my own boots or my own horse, before I'll put up with such a fellow's impudence'; but when it comes to hunting his own hounds, it is quite another pair of shoes, as Mr.
'He whipped in to me when I 'unted the Duke of Downeybird's 'ounds nice, 'cute, civil chap he was of all my pupils and I've made some first-rate 'untsmen, I'm dim'd if I don't think Frostyface does me about as much credit as any on 'em. Ah, sir, continued Mr. Bragg, with a shake of his head, 'take my word for it, sir, there's nothin' like a professional.
She was not what the world calls a young woman; yet thirty years thirty summers had not dim'd the lustre of her beauty.
'How? asked Mr. Puffington. 'How, sir? repeated Mr. Bragg; 'why, sir, in all wayses. He had no dog language, to begin with he had little idea of making a cast no science, no judgement, no manner no nothin' I'm dim'd if ever I see'd sich a mess as he made. Puff looked unutterable things. 'He never did no good, in fact, till I fit him with Frostyface. I taught Frosty, continued Mr. Bragg.
Then she thought of her mother that gentle mother, whose heart she had broken, and who was sleeping in the old church-yard of her native village. A tear dim'd her brilliant eye as these better feelings of her nature gained a temporary ascendancy: but she dashed her tear away, and suppressed the emotions of her heart, when the image of the fascinating Italian arose before her. 'He must be mine!
'What think you of that? asked his lordship, turning to our friend, who was now squinting his eyes inside out with anger. 'Think of it! retorted Jack, kicking out his legs 'think of it! why, I think he's a dim'd impittant feller, as Bragg would say. 'So he is, replied his lordship; 'treating my friend Jack so.
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