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"Shouldst like to be a little soldier, Miley?" "Anything, sir, anything! a Warrington ought to be ready at any moment to have himself cut in pieces for his sovereign!" cries the matron, pointing to the boy; who, as soon as he comprehended his mother's proposal, protested against it by a loud roar, in the midst of which he was removed by Screwby.
They give it on great occasions. They are more able to help than you and I who spend ours, and say to poor Prodigal who comes to us out at elbow, "My dear fellow, I should have been delighted: but I have already anticipated my quarter, and am going to ask Screwby if he can do anything for me."
Those who are not in society have plenty of fun of their own and better fun than the tea-party fun too. Jack Screwby has a night once a week, sardines and ham for supper, and a cask of Marsala in the corner.
Claypool, our county neighbour, had just brought us the intelligence, and it even now formed the subject of my conversation with my daughters." "Yes," cries out a little voice, "and do you know, Harry, father and mother said you was a a imp " "Silence, my child! Screwby, convey Master Warrington to his own apartment! These, Mr. Warrington or, I suppose I should say nephew George are your cousins."
She lost; she won; she cheated; she pawned her jewels; who knows what else she was not ready to pawn, so as to find funds to supply her fury for play? What was that after-supper duel at the Shakspeare's Head in Covent Garden, between your grandfather and Colonel Tibbalt: where they drew swords and engaged only in the presence of Sir John Screwby, who was drunk under the table?
He, too, had been at Kensington. He had seen none of the wonders which Sir Miles described. "We are proud of you, dear George. We love you, my dear nephew we all love you, we are all proud of you " "Yes; but I like Harry best," says a little voice. " not because you are wealthy! Screwby, take Master Miles to his governor. Go, dear child.
Your operas I shun as deleterious; your ballets I would forbid to my children as most immoral; but music, my dears! May we enjoy it, like everything else in reason may we " "There's the music of the dinner-bell," says papa, rubbing his hands. "Come, girls. Screwby, go and fetch Master Miley. Tom take down my lady." "Nay, dear Thomas, I walk but slowly.
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