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And lastly, she will require to be roused from a low tendency which I know very well to be at the bottom of her heart. Don't ask me what it is, Edmund, because I must decline to tell you. 'I am not going to, my dear, said Mr Sparkler. 'I shall thus have much improvement to effect in my sweet child, Mrs Sparkler continued, 'and cannot have her near me too soon. Amiable and dear little Twoshoes!
As one who moves in a dream, Sofia rose presently and bathed, then, robed in a ravishing negligée of rare brocade, breakfasted on melon, tea, and toast from a service of eggshell china. In a long mirror she saw and watched but did not know herself. Like Goody Twoshoes of nursery fame she could have cried: Lawkamercy! this is never I!
I really do think you will suit each other very well." "I am very much obliged to you," said Crosbie. "I'm sure at any rate of this, that she will suit me very well." "Yes; I think she will. She is a good sensible girl." "Psha, mamma; pray don't go on in that Goody Twoshoes sort of way." "So you are, my dear. If you were not it would not be well for you to do as you are going to do.
The bailiffs went to his hotel yesterday, and dragged him out of bed, and took him to prison. Oh! I shall go quite distracted. I want to sell my china to pay his debts. Where is Miss Twoshoes? continued her ladyship; 'why don't you answer? You do everything to plague me. 'Miss Grandison, Lady Bellair? 'To be sure; it is her lover. 'Captain Armine? 'Have I not been telling you all this time?
We shall see the young folks laughing round the holly-bush. We shall pass the bottle round cosily as we sit by the fire. That old thing will have a sort of festival too. Beef, beer, and pudding will be served to her for that day also. Christmas falls on a Thursday. Friday is the workhouse day for coming out. Mary, remember that old Goody Twoshoes has her invitation for Friday, 26th December!
And with this the royal ghost vanishes up the chimney if there be a chimney in that dismal harem, where poor old Twoshoes and her companions pass their nights their dreary nights, their restless nights, their cold long nights, shared in what glum companionship, illumined by what a feeble taper!
I love a duke, but I love a duke that is refined more. You shall marry Lord Fitzwarrene. He is my favourite; he is worthy of you. You laugh; I love to see you laugh. You are so fresh and innocent! There is your worthy father talking to my friend Mrs. Twoshoes; a very good creature, my love, a very worthy soul, but no ton; I hate French words, but what other can I use?
Poor old Twoshoes is so old and toothless and quaky, that she can't sing a bit; but don't be giving yourself airs over her, because she can't sing and you can. Make her comfortable at our kitchen hearth. Set that old kettle to sing by our hob. Warm her old stomach with nut-brown ale and a toast laid in the fire.
It was thus agreed that the head of affairs, Whig as he was, must fall. The country required it, and the duke did his duty. This was the beginning, the world said, of that celebrated confederation, by which the ministry was overturned, and as the Goody Twoshoes added the country saved. But the Jupiter took all the credit to itself; and the Jupiter was not far wrong.
And then her ladyship's clear, shrill, and now rather fretful voice was heard. 'Here! where's the butler? Twoshoes' butler? I cannot remember names. Oh! you are there, are you? I don't want you. How is your master? How is your charming lady? Where is the parrot? I don't want it. Where's the lady? Why don't you answer? Why do you stare so? Miss Temple! no! not Miss Temple!
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