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And in short, all the other actions of that Saint are there, up to his beheading, after which his soul is borne to Heaven; and, for the last, we see the bones and relics of S. Petito being borne from Alexandria to Pisa.
Stay till you are tried, my lord. Excuse me," said Captain Bowles, laughing. Lord Colambre felt the good sense of this, and determined to have nothing to do with these dangerous ladies: indeed, though he had talked, he had scarcely yet thought of them; for his imagination was intent upon that packet from Miss Nugent, which Mrs. Petito said she had for him.
Petito, turned his horse away. She, stretching over the back of the barouche as he rode off, bawled to him 'My lord, we're at Stephen's Green, when we're at Dublin. But as he did not choose to hear, she raised her voice to its highest pitch, adding 'And where are you, my lord, to be found! as I have a parcel of Miss Nugent's for you. Lord Colambre instantly turned back, and gave his direction.
'It will do very well, never mind, repeated Petito muttering to herself, as she looked after the ladies, whilst they ran downstairs. 'I can't abide to dress any young lady who says never mind, and it will do very well.
Petito said she had put up along with her things IN A MISTAKE, and she thought it her duty to return it by the next opportunity of a safe conveyance.
She would have stroked his head; but Hannibal walked off indignant, and so did she. Thus ended certain hopes: for Mrs. Petito had conceived that her diplomacy might be turned to account; that in her character of an ambassadress, as Lady Dashfort's double, by the aid of Iceland moss in chocolate, of flattery properly administered, and of bearing with all her dear Mr.
Petito, to save you and your lady all trouble about me in future, please to let my Lady Dashfort know that I have just received and read the certificate of my son Captain Reynolds' marriage with Miss St. Omar. I have acknowledged the marriage.
Petito had informed Lord Colambre, had come over with his regiment to Ireland, was beckoned into their box by Lady Dashfort, by her squeezed into a seat next to Lady Isabel; but Lady Isabel seemed to feel sovereign contempt, properly repressed by politeness, for what, in a low whisper to a female friend on the other side of her, she called, 'the self-sufficient inanity of this sad coxcomb. Other coxcombs, of a more vivacious style, who stationed themselves round her mother, or to whom her mother stretched from box to box to talk, seemed to engage no more of Lady Isabel's attention than just what she was compelled to give by Lady Dashfort's repeated calls of
They paid their parting compliments, settled the time for the next day's journey, and were just going to quit the room, when Lord Colambre heard in the passage a well-known voice the voice of Mrs. Petito. "Oh, no, my Lady Dashfort's best compliments, and I will call again." "No, no," cried old Reynolds, pulling his bell; "I'll have no calling again I'll be hanged if I do!
But, since it seems annoying and inopportune, I shall take my FINALE, and shall thus have a verbal P.P.C. as you are leaving town, it seems, for Buxton so early in the morning. Lord Colambre would not have let her, if he could have helped it. 'Count O'Halloran, your most obedient! I had the honour of meeting you at Killpatrickstown, said Mrs. Petito, backing to the door, and twitching her shawl.
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