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"Why, of course not; but I would refuse civilly!" "Ah!" "There, don't sigh; I hate a sighing man. I'll tell you something that I know will make you laugh." She then smiled saucily in his face, and said, "Do you remember Mr. ?" L'effronte'e! this was the earnest man. But Ipsden was a match for her this time.
Lord Ipsden, rising gently from his seat, with the same quiet politeness with which he would have received two princes of the blood, said, "How do you do?" and smiled a welcome. "Fine! hoow's yoursel?" answered the dark lass, whose name was Jean Carnie, and whose voice was not so sweet as her face. "What'n lord are ye?" continued she; "are you a juke? I wad like fine to hae a crack wi' a juke."
The settlement was effected, and away went the two friends, saying: "Good-boye, vile count." Their host fell into thought. "When have I talked so much?" asked he of himself. "Dr. Aberford, you are a wonderful man; I like your lower classes amazingly." "Me'fiez vous, Monsieur Ipsden!" should some mentor have said.
VISCOUNT IPSDEN, aged twenty-five, income eighteen thousand pounds per year, constitution equine, was unhappy! This might surprise some people; but there are certain blessings, the non-possession of which makes more people discontented than their possession renders happy. Foremost among these are "Wealth and Rank."
I canna greet a' the days of the week." Flucker, aetat. 14, opened his eyes, unable to connect ten shillings and tears. Lord Ipsden sat down, and felt very sorry for her. And she cried at her ease. If one touch of nature make the whole world kin, methinks that sweet and wonderful thing, sympathy, is not less powerful. What frozen barriers, what ice of centuries, it can melt in a moment!
I couldn't help it; I've outstepped my duty, my lord, but I could not stand quiet and see your lordship dying by inches." Here Mr. S. put a cambric handkerchief artistically to his eyes, and glided out, having disarmed censure. Lord Ipsden fell into a reverie. "Is my mind or my body disordered? Dr. Aberford! absurd! Saunders is getting too pragmatical.
But he was to learn that follies are not always laughable, that eadem sentire is a bond, and that, when a clever and pretty woman chooses to be a fool, her lover, if he is wise, will be a greater if he can. The next time they met, Lord Ipsden found Lady Barbara occupied with a gentleman whose first sentence proclaimed him a pupil of Mr.
That modest young gentleman, in spite of many injunctions to the contrary, communicated his sister's plans for him to Lord Ipsden, and affected to doubt their prudence. The bait took; Lord Ipsden wrote to his man of business, and an unexpected blow fell upon the ingenious Flucker.
"And that reel the old wench gave under our feet, north the pier-head. I wouldn't have given a washing-tub for her at that moment." Ipsden. "Past danger becomes pleasure, sir. Olim et hoec meminisse I beg your pardon, sir."
"They are not saxpenny sieves, to let music an' meter through, and leave us none the wiser or better. Dinna gang in low voolgar company, or you a lost laddy." Ipsden. "Vulgar, again! everybody has a different sense for that word, I think. What is vulgar?" Christie.
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