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Mr Vanslyperken, surrounded now by furies rather than Bacchanalians, kissed Mrs Salisbury. "What in the world would you have me do, you she-devils?" cried he at last, driven to desperation. "This is language for a gentleman," said Mrs Slamkoe. "They shall make you do nothing more," replied Moggy. "I must retire, ladies, your freak's up. You know I never keep late hours.
"You call yourself a gentleman, and not drink the health of the lady of the house!" cried virago Mrs Slamkoe. "I'll hargue this point with you again." The same never-failing argument was used, and Mr Vanslyperken drank Mrs Salisbury's health in a glass of the port wine which he was to have the pleasure of paying for.
"You call yourself a gentleman, and not drink the health of the lady of the house!" cried virago Mrs Slamkoe. "I'll hargue this point with you again." The same never-failing argument was used, and Mr Vanslyperken drank Mrs Salisbury's health in a glass of the port wine which he was to have the pleasure of paying for.
I mean to take my share of a bottle of Oporto. What will you have, Mrs Slamkoe?" "I'll take a bowl of burnt brandy, with your leave, Mrs Salisbury, not being very well in my inside." "And you, my dear?" "O, punch for me punch to the mast," cried another. "I'll drink enough to heat a jolly-boat. It's very kind of Mr Vanslyperken."
Mr Vanslyperken, surrounded now by furies rather than Bacchanalians kissed Mrs Salisbury. "What in the world would you have me do, you she devils?" cried he at last, driven to desperation. "This is language for a gentleman!" said Mrs Slamkoe. "They shall make you do nothing more," replied Moggy. "I must retire, ladies your freak's up. You know I never keep late hours.
"I must say, Mr Vanslyperken," said Moggy, "it was very hard for to wish to flog my poor Jemmy for singing a song which you have just now been singing yourself." "Did he want to flog your Jemmy for that?" "Yes, he did indeed, ladies." "Then as sure as I stand here, and may this punch be my poison, if he sha'n't beg your pardon on his knees. Sha'n't he, girls?" cried Mrs Slamkoe.
I mean to take my share of a bottle of Oporto. What will you have, Mrs Slamkoe?" "I'll take a bowl of burnt brandy, with your leave, Mrs Salisbury, not being very well in my inside." "And you, my dear?" "O, punch for me punch to the mast," cried another. "I'll drink enough to float a jolly-boat. It's very kind of Mr Vanslyperken."
"I must say, Mr Vanslyperken," said Moggy, "it was very hard for to wish to flog my poor Jemmy for singing a song which you have just now been singing yourself." "Did he want to flog your Jemmy for that?" "Yes, he did indeed, ladies." "Then as sure as I stand here, and may this punch be my poison, if he sha'n't beg your pardon on his knees. Sha'n't he, girls?" cried Mrs Slamkoe.
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