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'Not aware of being different! retorted Mr Alfred Lammle. 'You, my dear Georgiana! Who are always so natural and unconstrained with us! Who are such a relief from the crowd that are all alike! Who are the embodiment of gentleness, simplicity, and reality! Miss Podsnap looked at the door, as if she entertained confused thoughts of taking refuge from these compliments in flight.
If I could have put the case more pleasantly I would; but I hope I haven't put it very unpleasantly; at all events I haven't meant to. So, said Mr Boffin, by way of peroration, 'wishing you well in the way you go, we now conclude with the observation that perhaps you'll go it. Mr Lammle rose with an impudent laugh on his side of the table, and Mrs Lammle rose with a disdainful frown on hers.
'Never mind, Sophronia, we will not speak of it any more. Don't ask me about it. This plainly meaning Do ask me about it, Mrs Lammle did as she was requested. 'Tell me, Bella. Come, my dear. What provoking burr has been inconveniently attracted to the charming skirts, and with difficulty shaken off? 'Provoking indeed, said Bella, 'and no burr to boast of! But don't ask me. 'Shall I guess?
Also his livid lips are parted at last, as if he were breathless with running. Yet he is not. 'Now, get up, Mrs Lammle, and let us speak reasonably. She sits upon her stone, and takes no heed of him. 'Get up, I tell you. Raising her head, she looks contemptuously in his face, and repeats, 'You tell me! Tell me, forsooth!
Arrayed in superb raiment, with his opera hat under his arm, he concluded his self-examination hopefully, awaited the arrival of Miss Podsnap, and talked small-talk with Mrs Lammle. 'Warm weather, Mrs Lammle, said Fascination Fledgeby. Mrs Lammle thought it scarcely as warm as it had been yesterday.
Mrs Lammle had taken up her parasol from a side table, and stood sketching with it on the pattern of the damask cloth, as she had sketched on the pattern of Mr Twemlow's papered wall. 'You will not undeceive her I hope, Mr Boffin? she said, turning her head towards him, but not her eyes. 'No, said Mr Boffin.
If a record of the sport had usurped the places of the peaceful texts from Scripture on the wall, the most advanced of the scholars might have taken fright and run away from the master. Up came the sun, steaming all over London, and in its glorious impartiality even condescending to make prismatic sparkles in the whiskers of Mr Alfred Lammle as he sat at breakfast.
Aghast at the light manner of her throwing her head back to look at it critically, Twemlow still dimly perceives the expediency of throwing his own head back, and does so. Though he no more sees the portrait than if it were in China. 'Decidedly not good, says Mrs Lammle. 'Stiff and exaggerated!
Having given her this back-handed reminder of her mutinous observations to the skeleton, Mr Lammle rose from table perhaps, the better to conceal a smile, and a white dint or two about his nose and took a turn on the carpet and came to the hearthrug. 'If we could have packed the brute off with Georgiana; but however; that's spilled milk.
Mrs Lammle was overjoyed to escape into a corner for a little quiet talk. It promised to be a very quiet talk, for Miss Podsnap replied in a flutter, 'Oh! Indeed, it's very kind of you, but I am afraid I DON'T talk. 'Let us make a beginning, said the insinuating Mrs Lammle, with her best smile. 'Oh! I am afraid you'll find me very dull. But Ma talks!
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