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The tutor raised his hands in astonishment. 'Lord! he said, with a fair show of enthusiasm, 'do I really see my old friend and pupil, Mr. Pomeroy of Bastwick? 'Who put the cat in your valise? When you got to London kittens? You do, Tommy. 'I thought so! Mr. Thomasson answered effusively. 'I was sure of it! I never forget a face when my my heart has once gone out to it!
'For the rest, what is the figure, Mr. Thomasson? he continued. 'There are fortunes and fortunes. Mr. Thomasson looked at the gallery above, and thence, and slyly, to his companions and back again to the gallery; and swallowed something that rose in his throat. At length he seemed to make up his mind to speak the truth, though when he did so it was in a voice little above a whisper.
Positively I am suffocated with the smell of those creatures! Worse than horses, I assure you. There, again! What a pother about a common fellow! 'Pon honour, I don't know what the world is coming to! 'Nor I, Mr. Thomasson answered, hanging over him with assiduity and concern on his countenance. 'It is not to be comprehended. 'No, 'pon honour it is not! my lord agreed.
But it was not that had moved him to stand; for in a moment, with a curious sound between a groan and a curse he led the way on, without answering her. Fifty paces brought them to the gate and the road. Thomasson held up his lanthorn and looked over the gate. 'Where is the carriage? she whispered, startled by the darkness and silence.
Thomasson when her back was towards him were attributed by that gentleman, who should have known the patient, to reflections closely connected with her charms. His rage was great, therefore, when three days after the duel, he awoke, missed her, and found in her place the senior bedmaker of Magdalen a worthy woman, learned in simples and with hands of horn, but far from beautiful.
The way lay far from clear, the means were to find; but faint heart never won fair lady, and Mr. Thomasson had known strange things come to pass. He was quick to choose his part. 'Come, child, he said, assuming a kind of paternal authority. 'At least we must find a roof. We cannot spend the night here. 'No, she said dully, 'I suppose not. 'So shall we go this way?
'And though she found his usage rough, Yet in a man 'twas well enough! he hummed, with his head on one side and an impudent leer. 'We are interrupting the turtledoves, Mr. Thomasson, and had better be gone. 'Curse you! Why did you ever come? my lord cried furiously. 'But she won't have me. So there! Now you know. Mr. Pomeroy struck an attitude of astonishment.
Dunborough's temper. 'Maybe, my lady answered. 'But even if she does not There she broke of, and stood peering through the window. And suddenly, 'Lord's sake! she shrieked, 'what is this? The fury of her tone, no less than the expletive which we have ventured to soften startled Mr. Thomasson to his feet.
'And, mark you, if I fail, you are spun, whether you help rue or no. You are blown on, or I can blow on you! You'll get nothing for your cut on the head. 'And what shall I get if I stay? 'I have told you. 'The gallows. 'No, Tommy. Eight hundred a year. Mr. Thomasson sneered incredulously, and having made it plain that he refused to think thought!
Ring the bell, fool! she continued impetuously, and scathed Mr. Thomasson with a look. 'Fetch the landlord, and let me see this impudent hussy thrown out! Ay, madam, I suppose you are here waiting for my son; but you have caught me instead, and I'll be bound. I'll 'You'll disgrace yourself, the girl retorted with quiet pride. But she was very white. 'I know nothing of your son.
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