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Updated: July 29, 2025
Let me tell you in a few words how you stand. You have entered my private residence by force, or perhaps by fraud, but certainly with no encouragement from me; and you come at a moment of some annoyance, a guest having fainted at my table, to besiege me with your protestations. You are no son of mine. You are my brother's bastard by a fishwife, if you want to know.
I would that I could possess that drawing, I should prize it more than pearls!" "I will make you a copy," said Lady Sophy, "on one condition, that you allow me to make a drawing of yourself." "Of me! of the old fishwife?" exclaimed the astonished widow. "There is little that would repay you for doing that, lady!"
It seems strange that the son of one like me should thus have gained such a name as he has, but there is one thing I would tell you, lady, I know my days are numbered. You will not have the old fishwife as your mother; if I thought so, I would gladly take myself away where you would never see or hear of me more. I would not stand between you and my son for all the world can give.
I have never listened to any orator at once so offensive and so horribly effective. There was no appeal too base for him, and none too august: by some subtle alchemy he blended the arts of the prophet and the fishwife. He had discovered a new kind of language.
Their aside was covered by the tumult and was lost in it. The gusts of rain had drenched the front of the vehicle, which was wide open; the breezes of February are not warm; as the fishwife, clad in a low-necked gown, replied to the Spaniard, she shivered, laughed and coughed. Here is their dialogue: "Say, now." "What, daddy?" "Do you see that old cove?" "What old cove?"
Dashwood was a vulgar fool, who, as Horace Walpole said, with the familiarity and phrase of a fishwife, introduced the humors of Wapping behind the veil of the Treasury. But Fox was a very different type of man.
The bell on the top of the Cohue Royale clattered like the tongue of a scolding fishwife. For it was the fourth of October, and the opening of the Assise d'Heritage.
"See, see, she draws towards the reef! No hope! no hope! She has struck! she has struck!" The fishwife spoke but too truly. Fearful seas came rolling in, and, meeting with an opposition not hitherto encountered, dashed in huge masses directly over her. In another instant, the foremast, hitherto standing, tottered and fell.
In the meanwhile, two other maskers in the same carriage, a Spaniard with an enormous nose, an elderly air, and huge black moustache, and a gaunt fishwife, who was quite a young girl, masked with a loup, had also noticed the wedding, and while their companions and the passers-by were exchanging insults, they had held a dialogue in a low voice.
She wouldn't come if it wasn't, poor old thing: she knows rather well what she's about." This was so reassuring that Maisie, after turning it over, could make it fit into her dream. "Well, what IS she about?" He finally stopped looking at the fishwife he met his companion's enquiry. "Oh you know!"
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