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Jest like wakin' in the mornin' after dancin' all night. Ye make the garls seem to hear me seemin' to say Oooo! I was so comfortable before your disturbin' me with your horrud voices. Ye understand, Mr. Braintop? 'I'm in bed, and you're a cold bath. Begin like that, ye know. 'Here's clover, and you're nettles. D'ye see?
Here from my glass o' good Porrt to your tumbler of horrud acud vin'gar. Bless the boy! he don't begin." She stamped her foot. Braintop, in desperation, made a plunge at the paper. Looking over his shoulder in a delighted eagerness, she suddenly gave it a scornful push. "'Dear!" she exclaimed. "You're dearin' them, absurd young man I'm not the woman to I dear 'em not at the starrt!
"They're nice garls; but, lord! they naver see a man, and they're stuputly contented, and want to remain garls; and, don't ye see, it was naver meant to be? Says I to Mr. It's horrud; and, upon my honour, my heart aches for 'm!" Mr.
She told Amelia a thousand particulars relative to the very numerous family of which the amazed young lady found herself a member. "Mrs. Heavytop, the Colonel's wife, died in Jamaica of the yellow faver and a broken heart comboined, for the horrud old Colonel, with a head as bald as a cannon-ball, was making sheep's eyes at a half-caste girl there. Mrs.
"They're nice garls; but, lord! they naver see a man, and they're stuputly contented, and want to remain garls; and, don't ye see, it was naver meant to be? Says I to Mr. It's horrud; and, upon my honour, my heart aches for 'm!" Mr.
"Is that Sammle?" says she. "Noo, t'ain't," that says. "A-well, is that Methusalem?" says she. "Noo, t'ain't that norther," he says. Then that looks at her with that's eyes like a cool o' fire, an that says, "Woman, there's only to-morrer night, an' then yar'll be mine!" An' away te flew. Well, she felt that horrud. Howsomediver, she hard the king a-comin' along the passage.
Plume, already bent with age, would strike the floor with the ebony stick she always carried, and glare at the erect, defiant spinster 'That horrud, dirrty cat; its always in the room! Then Miss Waghorn: 'It's a very nice cat, Madame' she always called her Madame 'and when I was a young girl I was taught to be kind to animals. 'The drawing-room is not the place for animals, came the pricking answer.
Pericles would not meet his challenge, continuing: "You hear? you hear? so!" and Mr. Pericles brought the palms of his hands in collision. "Marcy, man!" Mrs. Chump leaped from her chair; "d'ye mean that those horrud forr'ners'll smack a full-grown young woman? Don't go to 'm, my dear. Now, take my 'dvice, little Belloni, and don't go. It isn't the sting o' the smack, ye know "
Jest like wakin' in the mornin' after dancin' all night. Ye make the garls seem to hear me seemin' to say Oooo! I was so comfortable before your disturbin' me with your horrud voices. Ye understand, Mr. Braintop? 'I'm in bed, and you're a cold bath. Begin like that, ye know. 'Here's clover, and you're nettles. D'ye see?
Here from my glass o' good Porrt to your tumbler of horrud acud vin'gar. Bless the boy! he don't begin." She stamped her foot. Braintop, in desperation, made a plunge at the paper. Looking over his shoulder in a delighted eagerness, she suddenly gave it a scornful push. "'Dear!" she exclaimed. "You're dearin' them, absurd young man I'm not the woman to I dear 'em not at the starrt!
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