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The counsellor perceived his victory, and spoke. "Go down, sir, instantly," said he, "and take care how you show your face up there again. I have nothing more to say, my lud." And down John Mallett went, his friend and he much worse for his intentions. "And now this mighty case is closed!" thought I. "What will they do to such a wretch!" I was disappointed.
As it was, she came full upon Master Milo still intent upon the heavens, it is true, but in such a posture that his buttons stared point-blank and quite unblushingly towards a certain clump of willows. "Oh Lud!" exclaimed the Duchess, starting back, "dear me, what a strange little boy! What do you want here, little man?" Milo of Crotona turned and looked at her.
She's been good ter me, Miss Clemency, mam 'as an' so when I seen 'im strugglin' an' a-tryin' to kiss 'er when I 'eered 'er cry out I came in froo de winder, an' I kicked 'im, I did, an' then " "Imp," said the Viscount gravely, "you are forgetting your aitches! And so Sir Mortimer's friend kissed her, did he? Mind your aitches now!" "Yes, m' lud; an' when Hi seen the tears hin her eyes "
Carvel," says his Lordship, with a bow, "but Miss Swain has done me the honour." "O Lud!" cries my aunt, sweeping the room, "I vow I cannot keep pace with the misses nowadays. Is she here?" "She was but a moment since, ma'am," replied Comyn, instantly, with a mischievous look at me, while poor Patty stood blushing not a yard distant.
Wimples, that $20,000 in hard cash must be in my hands by six o'clock to-night, or your name goes off the ticket." "O er Lud!" says Mr. Wimples, sadly. "By six P. M." "But, my dear Mr. O'Meagher " "Or your name goes off the ticket." Mr. Wimples groaned, grasped the whisky bottle, poured out a copious draught, tossed it down his throat, bowed meekly, and withdrew. In the vestibule he met the Hon.
"Lud! but I'd know that laugh anywhere," said Mistress Quekett, whilst all eyes were turned in the direction whence the merry noise had come.
Oh, I vow I am obliged to you." Mr. Hadley laughed. "Lud, child, you ha' known me long enough. Do I deal in tattle? And if we have seen what we should not ha' seen, if you're hot at being caught, prithee, whose fault is it? Egad, you know well enough there's things beneath Miss Lambourne's dignity." "Yes, indeed, and I see Mr. Hadley is one of them."
He had seemed quite happy and contented when he had been conducted hither by Chauvelin, the evening before. "I hope you quite understand, Sir Percy, that you are my guest here to-night," Chauvelin had said suavely, "and that you are free to come and go, just as you please." "Lud love you, sir," Sir Percy had replied gaily, "but I verily believe that I am."
"Lud! but she do give me the creeps," said Mistress Polly, the pretty barmaid from the Bell Inn, down by the river. "And I must say that I don't see why we English folk should send our hard-earned pennies to those murdering ruffians over the water. Bein' starving so to speak, don't make a murderer a better man if he goes on murdering," she added with undisputable if ungrammatical logic.
Miss Lambourne looked up and spoke with some vehemence. "It comes to this, then, you would be beaten by what folks may say about you. Oh, brave!" "Lud, we are all beaten by what folks might say. Would you ride into London in your shift?" "I don't want to ride in my shift," she cried fiercely. "Perhaps not, ma'am. But perhaps I don't want to make love to your purse."
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