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"What is it you are writing, you charming Gruffy?" says Giglio, who was lolling on the sofa, by the writing-table. "Only an order for you to sign, dear Prince, for giving coals and blankets to the poor, this cold weather. Look! the King and Queen are both asleep, and your Royal Highness's order will do."
The King had offered to marry her; of course her Majesty the Queen was jealous: Bulbo had fallen in love with her; of course Angelica was furious: Giglio was in love with her, and oh, what a fury Gruffy was in! and began tearing the clothes off poor Betsinda. "Give her the rags she wore when she came into the house, and turn her out of it!" cries the Queen.
So Giglio, who was very good-natured, as Gruffy well knew, signed the order immediately; and, when she had it in her pocket, you may fancy what airs she gave herself. She was ready to flounce out of the room before the Queen herself, as now she was the wife of the RIGHTFUL King of Paflagonia! She would not speak to Glumboso, whom she thought a brute, for depriving her DEAR HUSBAND of the crown!
But we must now revert to Giglio and Betsinda. Gruffanuff, who had seen what had happened with the King, and knew that Giglio must come to grief, got up very early the next morning, and went to devise some plans for rescuing her darling husband, as the silly old thing insisted on calling him. 'Well, dear Giglio, says Gruff. 'Well, dear Gruffy, says Giglio, only HE was quite satirical.
"Yes, you and your bride your affianced love your Gruffy!" says the Countess, with a languishing leer. "YOU my bride!" says Giglio. "You, you hideous old woman!" "Oh, you you wretch! didn't you give me this paper promising marriage?" cries Gruff. "Get away, you old goose! I love Betsinda, and Betsinda only!" And in a fit of terror he ran from her as quickly as he could.
'What can have induced that hideous old Gruffanuff to dress herself up in such an absurd way? Did you ask her to be your bridesmaid, my dear? says Giglio to Rosalba. 'What a figure of fun Gruffy is!
'Yes, you and your bride your affianced love your Gruffy! says the Countess, with a languishing leer. 'YOU my bride! says Giglio. 'You, you hideous old woman! 'Oh, you you wretch! didn't you give me this paper promising marriage? cries Gruff. 'Get away, you old goose! I love Betsinda, and Betsinda only! And in a fit of terror he ran from her as quickly as he could.
The weapon was truly aimed; it hit the monkey on the back, causing it to drop the hat and vanish from the spot shrieking. "Well done, Larry!" cried Will Osten; "why didn't you warn us to expect visits from such brutes, Bunco?" "Why, cause me tink you know all 'bout 'im. Hab larn 'im from Jo Gruffy." "From who?" "From Jo Gruffy.
Gruffy was seated opposite their Majesties, between the Archbishop and the Lord Chancellor, and a figure of fun she certainly was, for she was dressed in a low white silk dress, with lace over, a wreath of white roses on her wig, a splendid lace veil, and her yellow old neck was covered with diamonds. She ogled the King in such a manner that His Majesty burst out laughing.
Now, you shall hear. Poor Betsinda got up at five in winter's morning to bring her cruel mistress her tea; and instead of finding her in a good humour, found Gruffy as cross as two sticks. The Countess boxed Betsinda's ears half a dozen times whilst she was dressing; but as poor little Betsinda was used to this kind of treatment, she did not feel any special alarm.
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