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If he played a wrong card, Miss Bolo looked a small armoury of daggers; if he stopped to consider which was the right one, Lady Snuphanuph would throw herself back in her chair, and smile with a mingled glance of impatience and pity to Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, at which Mrs. Colonel Wugsby would shrug up her shoulders, and cough, as much as to say she wondered whether he ever would begin.
Crushton, the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph, Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, and all the great people, and all the morning water-drinkers, met in grand assemblage. After this, they walked out, or drove out, or were pushed out in bath-chairs, and met one another again. After this, the gentlemen went to the reading-rooms, and met divisions of the mass. After this, they went home.
Colonel Wugsby kissed her eldest daughter most affectionately, and frowning in a warning manner upon the other, sorted her cards. Poor Mr. Pickwick! he had never played with three thorough-paced female card-players before. They were so desperately sharp, that they quite frightened him.
Pickwick happened to be looking another way at the moment, so her Ladyship nodded her head towards him, and frowned expressively. 'My friend Mr. Pickwick, my Lady, will be most happy, I am sure, remarkably so, said the M.C., taking the hint. 'Mr. Pickwick, Lady Snuphanuph Mrs. Colonel Wugsby Miss Bolo. Mr. Pickwick bowed to each of the ladies, and, finding escape impossible, cut. Mr.
Pickwick and Miss Bolo against Lady Snuphanuph and Mrs. Colonel Wugsby. As the trump card was turned up, at the commencement of the second deal, two young ladies hurried into the room, and took their stations on either side of Mrs. Colonel Wugsby's chair, where they waited patiently until the hand was over. 'Now, Jane, said Mrs.
Colonel Wugsby, turning to one of the girls, 'what is it? 'I came to ask, ma, whether I might dance with the youngest Mr. Crawley, whispered the prettier and younger of the two. 'Good God, Jane, how can you think of such things? replied the mamma indignantly. 'Haven't you repeatedly heard that his father has eight hundred a year, which dies with him? I am ashamed of you. Not on any account.
'Ma, whispered the other, who was much older than her sister, and very insipid and artificial, 'Lord Mutanhed has been introduced to me. I said I thought I wasn't engaged, ma. 'You're a sweet pet, my love, replied Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, tapping her daughter's cheek with her fan, 'and are always to be trusted. He's immensely rich, my dear. Bless you! With these words Mrs.
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