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"Think of giving him plate," Miss C. justly says, "who had chests-full; and sending him a carriage, who could afford to buy all Long Acre. And everything goes to Miss Jones Hunkington. I wonder will she give the things back?" Miss Clapperclaw asks. "I wouldn't." And indeed I don't think Miss Clapperclaw would. Stafford Molyneux.
In this case, Shingle's bit of blood swerves, we may assume Ratoon rides at him Shingle fairly turns tail, and starts out at full speed, Ratoon thundering in his rear, with out stretched arm; and it does happen, I am assured, that the hot pursuit often continues for a mile, before the desired clapperclaw is obtained. But when two lusty planters meet on horseback, then indeed Greek meets Greek.
You could read pride of her beauty, pride of her fine clothes, shame of her position, in her downcast black eyes. As for Mademoiselle Trampoline, her French maid, she would stare the sun itself out of countenance. One day she tossed up her head as she passed under our windows with a look of scorn that drove Miss Clapperclaw back to the fireplace again. It was Mrs.
What business has HE to be dangling about George Rumbold's premises, and sticking up his ugly pug-face as a model for all George's pictures? Miss Clapperclaw says Bulbul is evidently smitten, and Clara too. What! would she put up with such a little fribble as that, when there is a man of intellect and taste who but I won't believe it. It is all the jealousy of women.
Miss Clapperclaw says he acted pretty well, and that I only joke about him because I am envious, and wanted to act a part myself. I envious indeed! But of all the assemblies, feastings, junketings, dejeunes, soirees, conversaziones, dinner-parties, in Our Street, I know of none pleasanter than the banquets at Tom Fairfax's; one of which this enormous provision-consumer gives seven times a week.
"What would the world have said?" cries my Lady Muggins: "my carriage is gone for Sir Alured to the Club; let me stay only ten minutes, dearest Lady Clapperclaw." "Well as you are here, madam, you may stay and get your supper," I answered, and so left her, and never spoke a word more to her all night.
But Miss Clapperclaw, who is pretty well able to take care of herself too, was glad enough to have the protection of the page when she went out in the fly to pay visits, and before Mrs. Grimsby and she quarrelled at whist at Lady Pocklington's. After this merely parenthetic observation, we come to 5, one of her ladyship's large men, Mr.
These poor wretches she causes to lead the lives of demons; and not content with bullying them all day, she sleeps at night in the same room with them, so that she may have them up before daybreak, and scold them while they are dressing. Certain it is, that between her and Miss Clapperclaw, on the first floor, the poor wenches lead a dismal life.
"Ay, do," said the Captain; "and I'll be second to my friend, Monseer Clapperclaw here. Come to it at once!-tooth and nail!" "God forbid!" cried Mr. Lovel, retreating, "I would sooner trust my person with a mad bull!" "I don't like the look of him myself," said Lord Merton, "for he grins most horribly." "Oh, I'm frightened out of my senses!" cried Lady Louisa, "take him away, or I shall die!"
"She's very pretty," said I, who had been looking over Miss C.'s shoulder at the widow with the flashing eyes and drooping ringlets. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Miss Clapperclaw, tossing up her virgin head with an indignant blush on her nose. "It's a sin and a shame that such a creature should be riding in her carriage, forsooth, when honest people must go on foot."
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