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Puffit put her lace upon the alabaster neck of the large doll which stood in the middle of her shop. "Only look, my lady only see, ma'am, how beautiful becoming 'tis to the neck, and sets off a dress too, you know, ma'am.
"I beg your pardon, ma'am, for my mistake; I supposed it was some other lady of the same name; there are so many Burrages. Only three yards did you say, ma'am?" "Nay, I don't care if you give me four. I'm of the Burrages of Dorsetshire." "A very good family, those Burrages of Dorsetshire, as any in England," said Lady Di. "and put up twelve yards of this for me, Mrs. Puffit."
Miss Burrage, laying down a bank-note on the counter, made a quick and expressive sign to the milliner to hold her tongue. "Dear Mrs. Puffit," cried she, "you certainly mistake me for some other strange person.
"But I say the law must have its course, if I am not satisfied." "Oh, I am confident," said Mrs. Puffit, the milliner, "we shall all be satisfied, no doubt; but Lady Di. Chillingworth knows my Valenciennes lace, and Miss Burrage too, for they did me this morning the honour " "Will you do me the favour," interrupted Lady Frances Somerset, "to leave us, good Mrs. Puffit, for the present?
"And so I told her this evening, ma'am, when the three Miss Herrings came in to give me a call in their way to the play; girls that she used to walk with, ma'am, for ever and ever in the green, you know." "Yes; and that she was always glad to drink tea with, ma'am, when asked, you know," said Mrs. Puffit. "Well, ma'am," pursued Mrs.
Puffit, in a saucy tone "Rouge, perhaps?" "I wish to know, madam," said Angelina, "whether a lady of the name of Hodges does not lodge here?" "A lady of the name of Hodges! no, ma'am I'm very particular about lodgers no such lady ever lodged with me. Jesse! to the door quick! Lady Mary Tasselton's carriage." Angelina hastily rose and departed. Whilst Jesse ran to the door, and whilst Mrs.
Oh, shave me this once I tid not know it was worth so much as a shilling, and that I could be hanged, inteet and I " Here Betty was interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Puffit, the milliner, the printer's devil, and a stern-looking man, to whom Mrs. Puffit, as she came in, said, pointing to Betty Williams and Miss Warwick, "There they are do your duty, Mr. Constable: I'll swear to my lace."
By this mercy Angelina was more touched than she could have been by the most severe reproaches. Whilst the preceding conversation was passing, Lady Diana Chillingworth was in Mrs. Bertrand's fruit-shop, occupied with her smelling-bottle and Miss Burrage. Clara Hope was there also, and Mrs. Puffit, the milliner, and Mrs.
"What young lady's friend?" replied Miss Burrage, without stirring from her seat. "Miss Burrage, here's a purse for a young lady," said Mrs. Puffit. "A purse for whom? Where?" said Miss Burrage, at last deigning to rise, and come out of her recess. "There, ma'am," said the milliner. "Now for her glass!" whispered Mrs. Puffit to Mrs. Bertrand.
Bertrand, "here she had the impudence to pretend not to know them. She takes up her glass my Lady Di. herself couldn't have done it better, and squeezes up her ugly face this way, pretending to be near-sighted, though she can see as well as you or I can." "Such airs! she near-sighted!" said Mrs. Puffit: "what will the world come to!"
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