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'Yours very truly, 'To JAWLEYFORD, Esq., Jawleyford Court, Lucksford. 'Curse the fellow! exclaimed Jawleyford, nearly choking himself with a fish bone, as he opened and read the foregoing at breakfast. 'Curse the fellow! he repeated, stamping the letter under foot, as though he would crush it to atoms. 'Who ever saw such a piece of impudence as that!
Sponge skilfully parried advising his daughters to be cautious, lessening the number of lights, and lowering the scale of his entertainments generally, Mr. Jawleyford did not take any decided step in the matter. Mr.
Jawleyford, from the top of his night-shirt, 'I'm very sorry, but 'Hang your buts! you shouldn't ride so near a man! exclaimed Jack, gathering up the fragments of his spectacles; when, recollecting himself, he finished by saying, 'Perhaps I'd better go to my own room. 'Perhaps you had, replied Mr. Jawleyford, advancing towards the door to show him the way.
'And the chin. It's my chin, isn't it? asked Jawleyford. 'Yes; and the nose, and the forehead, and the whiskers, and the hair, and the shape of the head, and everything. Oh! I see it now as plain as a pikestaff, observed Sponge.
Jawleyford, increasing the grasp and shake of the hands, and looking most earnestly in Sponge's face, as if deprecating a refusal; 'come, then, my dear fellow, and see us; we will do whatever we can to entertain and make you comfortable.
'He belies his looks, then, replied Watson, with a grin of his cadaverous face, 'for he's just as bad a beast as ever looked through a bridle. It's a parfect disgrace to a gentleman to put a man on such a beast. Sponge saw the sort of man he had got to deal with, and proceeded accordingly. 'Have you lived long with Mr. Jawleyford? he asked.
'The deuce! exclaimed Jawleyford, stamping his foot upon the soft rug, adding, 'it never rains but it pours! 'Have you any note, or anything? asked Mrs. Jawleyford, who had followed Robert Foozle into the room. 'Yes, I have a note, replied he, diving into the inner pocket of his coat, and producing one. The note was a letter a letter from Mrs. Foozle to Mrs.
'From Jawleyford Court to Billingsborough Rise, say seven miles; from Billingsborough Rise to Downington Wharf, other seven; from Downington Wharf to Shapcot, which seems the nearest point, will be say five or six, perhaps nineteen or twenty in all.
Sponge! exclaimed Jawleyford, in a tone of mortification, 'Do you really mean to say you don't think it like? 'Why, yes, it's like, replied Sponge, seeing which way his host wanted it; 'it's like, certainly; the want of expression in the eye makes such a difference between a bust and a picture.
'Law, ma! but you don't s'pose pa would ever allow such a thing, retorted Miss, recollecting her papa's frequent exhortations to them to look high. 'If he's a landowner, observed Mrs. Jawleyford 'we'll soon find him out in Burke.
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