Why, I’m coming you wretch! Do you think I can borrow Friar Bacon’s flying chair or Fortunatus’ wishing cap? Would I could; and at eight o’clock this evening in the old arm-chair in the angular room—ah, you rascal!—
“Have you no bowels For my poor relations?” |
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* Lady Abercorn’s chaplain. |
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No, you are merciless as a vulture, and I am worse off than
“the maiden all forlorn, Who was tossed by the cow With the crumplty horn.” |
Well, no matter. I go on loving ad libitum—and without my “vanity and ambition,” literary and personal, I cannot get on. As to our plans of travelling, they can be determined on in an hour. I do not think Livy could set off before the 5th of January.
Now, Stupid the First, read the following paragraph to the best of all possible marchionesses:—
“The injured Glorvina can read and put together as well as other people, and with respect to No. 9, acted with her accustomed wisdom—she bought neither edition until she described both to the Marchioness. The difference lies in this—the dear one is dear because it is a rare one, done upon much larger paper than the cheap; the engravings much finer by the execution,—and the binding splendid morocco and gold; the cheap one would be deemed a very fine book if not seen beside the other. The engravings are coarser, but the work, in Glorvina’s opinion, equally good. The scarcity of the fine edition is its value. Mr. Mason is gone this day to look at both. I bought none till further orders.” S. O.
