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"But, Lor' love you, miss, you would not put yourself in the power of such a black-hearted villing?" "In his power! No, Bridget; fear not, he must be in mine, sooner or later in mine, hand and foot. Patience!" As she was thus speaking, a knock at the door! "It is he; I told you so; quick!" But it was not Jasper Losely. It was Mr. Rugge. "When God wills, all winds bring rain." Ancient Proverb.
Losely's address. I will pay all the expenses. Rely on my zeal, Mr. Rugge." Much comforted, the manager went his way. He had not been long gone before Jasper himself appeared. The traitor entered with a more than customary bravado of manner, as if he apprehended a scolding, and was prepared to face it; but Mrs.
The pretty cottage, and all for me; and what for him? tramp, tramp along the hot dusty roads. Do you see that he is lame? Oh, Sir, I know him; you don't. Selfish! he would have no merry ways that make you laugh without me; would you, Grandy dear? Go away, you are a naughty man, go, or I shall hate you as much as that dreadful Mr. Rugge."
Losely at first raised objections, but hearing that there would be races in the neighbourhood, and having a peculiar passion for betting and all kinds of gambling, as well as an ardent desire to enjoy his L100 in so fashionable a manner, he consented to delay his return to the Continent, and attend Arabella Crane to the provincial Elis. Rugge, carried off Sophy to her fellow "orphans."
"Sir, when a gentleman, who is a gentleman, asks as a favour a specimen of my powers of recital, not professionally, and has before him the sparkling goblet, which he does not invite me to share, he insults my fallen fortunes. Sir, I am poor I own it; I have fallen into the sere and yellow leaf, sir; but I have still in this withered bosom the heart of a Briton!" "Warm it, Mr. Rugge.
Thus left alone, Losely and Rugge looked at each other with a shy and yet cunning gaze, Rugge's hands in his trouser's pockets, his head thrown back; Losely's hands in voluntarily expanded, his head bewitchingly bent forward, and a little on one side. "Sir," said Rugge, at length, "what do you say to a chop and a pint of wine? Perhaps we could talk more at our ease elsewhere.
He went his way up the twilight streets towards a new lodging he had hired not far from the showy house. She drew her mantle close round her gaunt figure, and, taking the opposite direction, threaded thoroughfares yet lonelier, till she gained the door, and was welcomed back by the faithful Bridget. Hope, tells a flattering tale to Mr. Rugge.
He adds that he had described the "comelinesse and usefulnesse" of the Persian clothing in his pamphlet entitled "Tyrannus, or the Mode." "I do not impute to this discourse the change which soone happen'd, but it was an identity I could not but take notice of." Rugge, in his "Diurnal," thus describes the new Court costume "1666, Oct. 11.
Crane, "you have no right to complain; and whether or not the girl ever again fall in your way, your claim over her ceases." "The gods be praised! it does, ma'am, I have had quite enough of her. But you are every inch a lady, and allow me to add that I put you on my free list for life." Rugge gone, Arabella Crane summoned Bridget to her presence.
Crane had done for her and meant still to do, he consigned her almost solely to that lady's care. When Rugge arrived, and Sophy was informed of her intended destination, she broke silence, her colour went and came quickly, she declared, folding her arms upon her breast, that she would never act if separated from her grandfather. Mrs.
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