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Charles Reade pushed originality to eccentricity. He had a passion for violins, and ran himself into debt because he bought so many and such good ones. Once, when visiting his father's house at Ipsden, he shocked the punctilious old gentleman by dancing on the dining-table to the accompaniment of a fiddle, which he scraped delightedly.
"Na! lad, King Deeth has ower strong a grrip." "But he did what kings can do, he gave him two blows with his royal sword." "Oh, the robber, and him a deeing mon." "Two words from his royal mouth, and he and we were Barons of Ipsden and Hawthorn Glen from that day to this." "But the puir dying creature?" "What poor dying creature?" "Your forbear, lad."
"The fishwives unite the colors of the rainbow " Lady Bar. Mrs. V. "How satirical you are, especially you, Lady Barbara." Here Lord Ipsden, after a word to Lady Barbara, the answer to which did not appear to be favorable, rose, gave a little yawn, looked steadily at his companions without seeing them, and departed without seeming aware that he was leaving anybody behind him. Hither.
Having done it, he was the first to draw everybody's attention to the phenomenon; and affecting to consider it a purely physical attack, like a coup de soleil, or so on, he proceeded instantly to Drysel's for his panacea. Lady Barbara enjoined Lord Ipsden to watch these people, and not to lose a word they said; and, after she had insisted upon kissing Christie, she went off to her carriage.
Lord Ipsden ran hastily over the page, closed the book, and said, "Here is the story. "Five hundred years ago " "Listen, Jean," said Christie; "we're gaun to get a boeny story. 'Five hundre' years ago," added she, with interest and awe. "Was a great battle," resumed the narrator, in cheerful tones, as one larking with history, "between a king of England and his rebels.
This man, who was in needy circumstances, demonstrated to his lordship that ten pounds would make his fortune; because with ten pounds he could set up a shop, instead of working out of the world's sight in a room. Lord Ipsden gave him ten pounds! A week after, he met Harvey, more ragged and dirty than before. Harvey had been robbed by a friend whom he had assisted. Poor Harvey!
"Ah!" squeaked Lady Barbara, unused to such interjections. "Gone down in what?" said Ipsden, in a loud voice. "Don't bellow in people's ears. The Tisbe, stupid," cried she, screaming at the top of her voice. "Ri tum, ti turn, ti tum, tum, tum, tiddy, iddy," went Lord Ipsden he whistled a polka. "I have heard it at a distance, but I never saw how it was done before. It is very, very pretty!!!!"
"Saunders," said Lord Ipsden, one morning after breakfast, "have you entered everything in your diary?" "Yes, my lord." "All these good people's misfortunes?" "Yes, my lord." "Do you think you have spelled their names right?" "Where it was impossible, my lord, I substituted an English appellation, hidentical in meaning."
"I couldn't speak to you till the brig was safe in port, and you slipped away, but I've brought you up at last; and give me your hand again, sir. I say, isn't it a pity you are a lord instead of a sailor?" Ipsden. "But I am a sailor." Ancient Mariner.
She liked Lord Ipsden, her cousin once removed, but despised him for being agreeable, handsome, clever, and nobody. She was also a little bitten with what she and others called the Middle Ages, in fact with that picture of them which Grub Street, imposing on the simplicity of youth, had got up for sale by arraying painted glass, gilt rags, and fancy, against fact.
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