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And how we hazed him! Ah! At home, is he? this to the servant, as the man lifted the head of the chair. 'Yes, I will go up. To tell the truth, the Reverend Frederick Thomasson had so keen a scent for Gold Tufts or aught akin to them, that it would have been strange if the instinct had not kept him at home; as a magnet, though unseen, attracts the needle.
And I would rather give you a bit of a living to marry her ay, I would, Thomasson than be saddled with such a besom! Mr. Thomasson cast a sickly glance at her ladyship. The evening before, when the danger seemed imminent, she had named two thousand pounds and a living. Tonight, the living. To-morrow what? For the living had been promised all along and in any case.
Lord! you might be some queer old put of a dowager! And then, with a burst of sincere feeling, for his little heart was inflamed by her beauty, and his manhood or such of it as had survived the lessons of Vauxhall, and Mr. Thomasson rose in arms at sight of her trouble, 'See here, child, he said in his natural voice, 'say yes, and I'll swear I'll be kind to you! Sink me if I am not!
Dunborough had horsewhipped a man that was in the other's company. 'A man? 'It was Mr. Thomasson. Her ladyship's hands went up. Perhaps she remembered that but for her the tutor would not have been there. Then 'Sink you!
'I am here to represent her, said Mr. Fishwick. 'Represent her! Represent a college laundress! Pooh! I never heard of such a thing. 'But, sir, I am her legal adviser, and 'Legal adviser! Mr. Thomasson retorted, turning purple he was really puzzled. 'A bedmaker with a legal adviser! It's the height of impudence!
'What was the queer catch that fellow sang last night? About a bailiff's daughter. Well, why not a porter's daughter? 'Because you are neither young enough, nor old enough, nor mad enough! said Mr. Thomasson cynically, supposing the other meant nothing. 'It is she that would be mad, the young gentleman answered, with a grim chuckle. 'I should take it out of her sooner or later.
Then, 'There is another thing that must not be, Pomeroy continued, tapping softly on the table with his forefinger, as much to command attention as to emphasise his words, 'and that is peaching! Peaching! We'll have no Jeremy Twitcher here, if you please. 'No, no! Mr. Thomasson stammered. 'Of course not. 'No, damme! said my lord grandly. 'No peaching! 'No, Mr.
'He would play the thief, she cried passionately, 'as he has played the hypocrite. Oh, it is vile! vile! 'But I don't understand, Mr. Thomasson stammered; he was willing to hear all he could. 'His fortune, his lands, all he has in the world are mine! she cried. 'Mine! And he goes this way to recover them! But I could forgive him that, ah, I could forgive him that, but I cannot forgive him
Thomasson had brought her back; he had wedded her at Calne, the reverend gentleman himself performing the ceremony with a curtain-ring at a quarter before midnight, in the presence of two chambermaids, in a room hung with drab moreen. Sir George's servant had brought her back; he was the rogue in the play; it was Lady Harriet Wentworth and footman Sturgeon over again.
Then the landlord's supple cutting-whip, wielded by a vigorous hand, wound round the tenderest part of his legs for at the critical instant Mr. Dunborough dragged him from the wall and with a gasping shriek of pain, pain such as he had not felt since boyhood, Mr. Thomasson leapt into the air.
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