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"Don't be offended, Miss Amelia; Flat pays you a great compliment in dividing his attentions; but I really wish to know why ladies will spoil muslin in such a predetermined manner. Will you explain that, Mrs Keene?" "Yes, Captain Bridgeman: a piece of work is very valuable to a woman, especially when she finds herself in company with gentlemen like you.
In a very short time, almost before Anne had recovered from her bewilderment, the other two were up and chattering again. "You are not a Catholic?" demanded Miss Bridgeman. "I was bred in the Church," said Anne. "And you the King's godchild!" exclaimed Pauline. "But we shall soon amend that and make a convert of you like Miss Bridgeman there."
She consulted with my grandmother, who approved of her intentions, and then it was made public that Mrs Keene intended to retire from business, and that the good-will was to be disposed of along with the stock. My aunt Milly and Captain Bridgeman appeared well content that my mother should take the step which she proposed.
"It is quite large enough for a cuff, Captain Bridgeman." "A cuff; then you are making a cuff, I presume?" "Indeed she is not, Captain Bridgeman," replies my mother; "it is only to keep herself out of mischief. She spoils a bit like that every week. And that's why it is so small, Captain Bridgeman; it would be a pity to spoil a larger piece."
Anne, waiting in the window, was grieved to have overheard the words which the poor Queen had poured out, evidently thinking no one near could understand her. That evening there were orders to prepare for a journey to Whitehall the next morning. "And," said Hester Bridgeman, "I can tell you why, in all confidence, but I have it from a sure hand.
"Yes, indeed, I so agree with you, dear Mr. Sagittarius," said Mrs. Bridgeman to the little clergyman. "Biggle!" the little clergyman cried in a portentous voice. "Biggle! Biggle!" "What does he mean?" whispered Mrs. Bridgeman to the Prophet. "How does one?" "I think that is his name. These are Mr. and Madame Sagittarius." Mrs. Bridgeman started and smiled.
Blancfort is made Privy-purse to the Duke of York; the Attorney-general is made Chief justice, in the room of my Lord Bridgeman; the Solicitor-general is made Attorney-general; and Sir Edward Turner made Solicitor-general. It is pretty to see how strange every body looks, nobody knowing whence this arises; whether from my Lady Castlemayne, Bab.
Then she turned to consult Miss Dunord on her endeavour to improve the trimmings of a dress of Miss Humphreys. "Yes, I know you are always in Our Lady's colours, Pauline, but you have a pretty taste, and can convince Jane that rose colour and scarlet cannot go together." "My father chose the ribbons," said Jane, as if that were unanswerable. "City taste," said Miss Bridgeman.
My readers must not suppose that I had no feeling, because I showed none at my father's death; if they call to mind the humble position in which I had always seen my father, who dared not even intrude upon the presence of those with whom my mother and I were on familiar terms, and that he was ordered about just like a servant by my mother, who set me no example of fear or love for him, they will easily imagine that I felt less for his death than I should have for that of Captain Bridgeman, or many others with whom I was on intimate terms.
Bridgeman, turning ecstatically to the person nearest to her, who happened to be the saturnine little clergyman. "Isn't she marvellous, Mr. er Mr. Segerteribus?" "Biggle!" cried the little clergyman. "I beg your pardon?" "Biggle!" vociferated the little clergyman. "Biggle!" "Certainly. Did you ever see anything like that cure? Ah! you ought to preach about dear Harriet, Mr.
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