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The crafty Rofflash had contrived to have two strings to his bow. Dorrimore would pay him to help abduct Lavinia, and Sally would do the same for his good offices concerning Vane. He had certainly succeeded in the latter case, but as to Lavinia, the certainty was not so evident. She was nowhere to be seen.
"I'll back a wench against her dam for a thousand guineas if she's set her heart on a man. Odds bodikins, if she comes not you won't lose. I shall and it'll be the devil's own bad luck. No have, no pay. D'ye see that my young squire?" Dorrimore could offer no contradiction.
She was not blind to the fact that he was a fop and not blessed with too much brain. She had seen many of his sort before and did not trust them. But Dorrimore struck her as more sincere than the rest. Besides, he was very good looking. Lavinia couldn't help having admirers. Nature should not have endowed her with such alluring, innocent looking eyes, with so sweet a mouth.
Aye, she was in his arms but it's only fair to say that she had gone into a swoon." "A swoon? What the devil made her swoon? She's never swooned in my arms and I've clipped her close enough. She giggled and tittered I grant you, but never the ghost of a swoon." "There's no rule for the mad humour of a woman, as you must know, Mr. Dorrimore." "But swooning that's a sign she was in earnest.
Dorrimore refreshed himself with a string of the latest oaths in fashion and set off with the scheming captain, leaving Sally somewhat provoked. She had had many a guinea from Dorrimore, and was in the mood to get more now that her spite against Lavinia was gratified. The two men raced off at the double, Dorrimore's rage increasing the further he went.
I'm just in the mood, and the sight of that pretty, saucy, baggage oh, you're a damned fool, Rofflash!" "If Mr. Dorrimore will condescend to await my explanation," swaggered Rofflash with drunken dignity, "he will admit that I've done nothing foolish nothing not permissible to a man of honour." "Devil take your honour." "Granted sir. The subject is not under discussion at the present moment.
In the meantime Dorrimore had sheathed his sword and stepping close to Vane in front of Sally Salisbury, he said, dropping his voice so that Sally should not hear: "Your friend's right. If we fight it should be over somebody better than a common trull. What say you to Lavinia Fenton?" Vane staggered as though Dorrimore had struck him. "Lavinia Fenton?" he faltered.
Could she have listened to what he was saying she would have heard the words: "By gad, it's the very wench. I'll swear 'tis. Perish me if this isn't the best day's work I've done for many a day. If I don't make Mr. Archibald Dorrimore fork out fifty guineas my name isn't Jeremy Rofflash." Shortly after Lavinia set out on her way to Grub Street.
Dorrimore, however, for the moment was under the impression that the woman who was standing gazing at Vane's retreating figure was Lavinia and it was not Rofflash's game to undeceive him. Dorrimore soon discovered his mistake. "Sally Salisbury! The devil!" Of course he recognised her. What fashionable profligate young or old would not?
Now if you'll take my advice you'll let me drive you to Moll King's and you'll finish the night like a man of mettle and a gentleman." Dorrimore was in a morose and sullen mood. He wanted bracing up and he adopted Rofflash's suggestion. The coach rattled to Mrs.
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