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Miss Luttridge, aware that the faithful fellow was too much in your interests to be either persuaded or bribed to carry a billet-doux from any other lady to his master, did not dare to trust him upon this occasion; but she had the art to make him carry her letter without his knowing it.
I was astonished had no idea of the truth. 'Where is Harriot? I believe, were the first words I said. 'Gone to the country. 'To the country! 'Yes; to shire, with Mrs. Luttridge. Mrs. Luttridge odious Mrs. Luttridge! I could scarcely believe my senses.
Scarcely had Clarence arranged his scheme, when he heard the voices of the ladies, who were coming up stairs. Mrs. Luttridge made her appearance, accompanied by a very pretty, modish, affected young lady, Miss Annabella Luttridge, her niece. Her little coquettish airs were lost upon Clarence Hervey, whose eye was intently fixed upon the door, watching for the entrance of Mr. Vincent.
Luttridge knew this would provoke me beyond measure, and there is nothing she would not do to gratify her mean, malevolent passions. She has succeeded for once in her life. The blame of the duel, of course, is all thrown upon me. Oh, the treachery, the baseness of this woman! And it was my fate to hear all this last night at the masquerade.
Luttridge was not at home, so that his visits were repeated in the evening; and the evening in London is what in other places is called the night. Mrs. Luttridge's nights could not be passed without deep play. The sight of the E O table at first shocked Mr. Vincent: he thought of Mr.
I hope I may never see Lady Anne; for I'm sure I should detest her beyond all things living Mrs. Luttridge not excepted."
You must be sensible that I could not endure to have it whispered 'Lady Delacour now sets up for being a prude, because she can no longer be a coquette. Lady Delacour would become the subject of witticisms, epigrams, caricatures without end. It would just be the very thing for Mrs. Luttridge; then she would revenge herself without mercy for the ass and her panniers.
Luttridge, whom she hates with a hatred passing that of women." Accustomed to study human nature, Dr. X had acquired peculiar sagacity in judging of character. Notwithstanding the address with which Lady Delacour concealed the real motives for her apparently thoughtless conduct, he quickly discovered that the hatred of Mrs. Luttridge was her ruling passion.
Freke, when she found herself detected, gloried in the jest, and told the story as a good joke wherever she went triumphing in the notion, that it was she who had driven both master and man from Harrowgate. The exploit was, however, by no means agreeable in its consequences to her friend Mrs. Luttridge, who was now at Harrowgate. For reasons of her own, she was very anxious to fix Mr.
Vincent stood as if suspended between ecstasy and despair: he dared not trust his senses: with a fervent and solemn adjuration he made the vow that was required of him; and Clarence then revealed to him the secret of the E O table. "When Mrs. Luttridge knows that I have it in my power to expose her to public shame, she will instantly refund all that she has iniquitously won from you.
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