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Updated: May 29, 2025
It's all arranged, I tell you: in a month, you are to be starved into becoming Tom Trippet's mistress; and his honour is to marry rich Miss Dripping, the twenty-thousand-pounder from London; and to purchase a regiment; and to get old Brock drummed out of Cutts's too," said the Corporal, under his breath.
Trippet's sword: it sent the weapon whirling clean out of his hand, and through a window into the street. "Take my life, then," said Mr. Trippet: "I'm drunk, but I'm a man, and, damme! will never say die." "I don't want your life, you stupid fool. Hark you, Trippet, wake and be sober, if you can. That woman has heard of my marriage with Miss Dripping." "Twenty thousand pound," ejaculated Trippet.
Ah yes, yes!" went on my Lord, "I recollect her, I recollect her. It was at Birmingham I first met her: she was my Lady Trippet's woman, wasn't she?" "She was no such thing," said Mr. Billings, hotly. "Her aunt kept the 'Bugle Inn' on Waltham Green, and your Lordship seduced her." "Seduced her! Oh, 'gad, so I did. Stap me, now, I did.
"A good deal indeed!" said the Corporal. "He was so tipsy just now that he could hardly stand. He and his honour were talking to Nan Fantail in the market-place; and she pulled Trippet's wig off, for wanting to kiss her." "The nasty fellow!" said Mrs. Cat, "to demean himself with such low people as Nan Fantail, indeed! Why, upon my conscience now, Corporal, it was but an hour ago that Mr.
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