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Then the dreaded arrival of her mother; followed, immediately, according to promise, by the protective advent of Georgina, Duchess of Meldrum; after which, tragedy and comedy walked hand in hand; and the silence of mourning was enlivened by the "Hoity-toity!" of the duchess, and the indignant sniffs of Mrs. Coller-Cray.
Mark me, young man, you'll pay it back through the nose, every dollar of it!" "I owe you nothing." Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars.
She is poor, poor, perhaps starving; money, money! lend me money! ten pounds! five! I will work for you all my life for nothing, but lend me the money!" "Hoity-toity!" said Mrs. Plaskwith, nudging her husband "I told you what would come of it: it will be 'money or life' next time."
"And, oh, her poets her Rubeiro, her Falcão, her Camoëns my own grandfather was thought worthy of a place in the 'Cancioneiro Geral'; and I too have made a Portuguese poem on the first aphorism of Hippocrates, though 'tis yet in manuscript." "But if thou darest not profess thy faith," said Gabriel, "'tis more than all the rest. To live a daily lie intolerable!" "Hoity-toity!
He took off his hat with much ceremony, made a low CONGE, and was just walking off, when Mick, my cousin, came up, whose ear had likewise been caught by the scream. 'Hoity-toity! Jack Quin, what's the matter here? says Mick; 'Nora in tears, Redmond's ghost here with his sword drawn, and you making a bow? 'I'll tell you what it is, Mr.
"I don't want any Romeos coming in at my window. 'Hoity-toity! What next? as Aunt 'Gina would say. Run along and change your pinafore, Master Garthie. The 'heaps of things' must keep until to-night, or we shall both be late for dinner." "All right," said Garth, "all right. But you will come out here this evening, Miss Champion? And you will give me as long as I want?"
'Well, no, I don't think so. 'I suppose an extra heir's not to your liking? 'I wonder you're not ashamed to attribute such ideas to me! retorted Arkady hotly; 'I don't consider my father wrong from that point of view; I think he ought to marry her. 'Hoity-toity! responded Bazarov tranquilly. 'What magnanimous fellows we are!
'And why does not Madame make your dresses, my dear? I wager a guinea the woman's a milliner. Did not she engage to make your dresses? 'I I really don't know; I rather think not. She is my governess a finishing governess, Mrs. Rusk says. 'Finishing fiddle! Hoity-toity! and my lady's too grand to cut out your dresses and help to sew them? And what does she do?
Rather than run the gantlet of the crowded veranda she stepped out on the lawn, and there encountered Trixton Brent. He had, in an incredibly brief time, changed from his polo clothes to flannels and a straw hat. He looked at her and whistled, and barred her passage. "Hello!" he cried. "Hoity-toity! Where are we going in such a hurry?"
"Come! Come, Fowler! You are too clever a man to attempt the hoity-toity manner with me!
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