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Gray admired the plays of Dryden, "not as dramatic compositions, but as poetry." "There are as many things finely said in his plays as almost by anybody," said Pope to Spence. Of their rant, their fustian, their bombast, their bad English, of their innumerable sins against Dryden's own better conscience both as poet and critic, I shall excuse myself from giving any instances.
Why, if I've a mind to buy, shan't I go in of my own accord? And isn't it a sure and certain thing that I shall never spend a halfpenny with a scoundrel who attacks me like that?" "How can you expect foreigners to reason, Jacob?" exclaimed Mrs. Bradshaw. "You should take these things as compliments," remarked Spence.
"Then Drummond got mumps, and I wrote to him asking if I might represent the house instead of him, and I suppose he didn't believe I was any good. At any rate, he wouldn't let me go in. Then Joe a man who knows something about boxing suggested I should go down to Aldershot." "Joe?" said Mr Spence inquiringly. Sheen had let the name slip out unintentionally, but it was too late now to recall it.
The first thing he had to do when he entered on his lease was to rebuild the dwelling-house, he himself lodging in the meanwhile in the smoky spence which he mentions in his letter to Mrs. Dunlop.
Draper, having subsisted since infancy on a diet of truffles and terrapin, consumed such delicacies with the insensibility of a traveller swallowing a railway sandwich; but Millner never made the mistake of concealing from Mr. Spence his sense of what he was losing when duty constrained him to exchange the fork for the pen. "My chief aim in life!" Mr.
Willie Spence was a trial. Not that his personality rasped society at large.
I only thought you might have happened to read Mr. Spence's 'Sonnet to Alpha' in our last issue." I was obliged to admit that I had not; and feeling that it was as well to make a clean breast of my ignorance, I acknowledged that I had never heard of Mr. Spence. Miss Kingsley gave a little gasp, and looked amused. "Virginia! I am astonished," exclaimed Aunt Agnes.
"I thought you couldn't stand Silverdale much longer," she replied. "You know why I stayed," he said, and paused again rather awkwardly for Mr. Spence. But Honora was silent. "I had a letter this morning from my partner, Sidney Dallam, calling me back." "I suppose you are very busy," said Honora, detaching a copper-green scale of moss from the boulder.
Spence was, so to speak, outlawed. Robert and Joshua must have had a secret sympathy for him. One of them mentioned the Vicomte. "The Vicomte is a foreigner," declared Mrs. Holt. "I am in no sense responsible for him." The Vicomte was at that moment propped up in bed, complaining to his valet about the weakness of the coffee.
I rapidly grew proficient; and so absorbed did I become in an attempt made by us three to carry on connectedly an entire conversation in single words, that I was startled at hearing a voice just behind me say, "Carriage." I turned, and found myself face to face with Mr. Spence. I understood that he had come to announce to me the arrival of my coupé. "Servant," he added.
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