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Pericles, and traced his possible ruin to it, confessing, that in the way of business, he was at Mr. Pericles' mercy. "And in such a passion with me!" Mrs. Chump wrung her hands. "What could I do to Mr. Paricles? He isn't one o' the men that I can kiss; and Pole shouldn't wish me. And Pole settin' down his rroon to me! What'll I do? My dears!
Chump; "and if you've got a yacht, Mr. Wilfrud, won't ye have a great parcel o' the arr'stocracy on board?" "You may spy a title by the aid of a telescope," said Wilfrid. "And I'm to come, I am?" "Are you not elected captain?" "Oh, if ye've got lords and real ladies on board, I'll come, be sure of ut! I'll be as sick as a cat, I will. But, I'll come, if it's the rroon of my stomach.
Pericles, and traced his possible ruin to it, confessing, that in the way of business, he was at Mr. Pericles' mercy. "And in such a passion with me!" Mrs. Chump wrung her hands. "What could I do to Mr. Paricles? He isn't one o' the men that I can kiss; and Pole shouldn't wish me. And Pole settin' down his rroon to me! What'll I do? My dears!
Chump; "and if you've got a yacht, Mr. Wilfrud, won't ye have a great parcel o' the arr'stocracy on board?" "You may spy a title by the aid of a telescope," said Wilfrid. "And I'm to come, I am?" "Are you not elected captain?" "Oh, if ye've got lords and real ladies on board, I'll come, be sure of ut! I'll be as sick as a cat, I will. But, I'll come, if it's the rroon of my stomach.
Paricles that's got ye in his power and's goin' to be the rroon of ye shame to 'm! Your father's told me; and, oh! my darlin' garls, don't think ut my fault. For, Pole Pole " Mrs. Chump was choked by her grief. The ladies, unbending to some curiosity, eliminated from her gasps and sobs that Mr. Pole had, in the solitude of his library below, accused her of causing the defection of Mr.
Paricles that's got ye in his power and's goin' to be the rroon of ye shame to 'm! Your father's told me; and, oh! my darlin' garls, don't think ut my fault. For, Pole Pole " Mrs. Chump was choked by her grief. The ladies, unbending to some curiosity, eliminated from her gasps and sobs that Mr. Pole had, in the solitude of his library below, accused her of causing the defection of Mr.
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