Yeast: a Problem by Charles Kingsley
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wedding now-a-days. You never see the parents come with them. They
just get another couple, that are keeping company, like themselves, and come sneaking into church, looking all over as if they were ashamed of it--and well they may be!' 'Is it possible?' 'I say, sir, that God makes you gentlemen, gentlemen, that you may see into these things. You give away your charities kindly enough, but you don't know the folks you give to. If a few of you would but be like the blessed Lord, and stoop to go out of the road, just behind the hedge, for once, among the publicans and harlots! Were you ever at a country fair, sir? Though I suppose I am rude for fancying that you could demean yourself to such company.' 'I should not think it demeaning myself,' said Lancelot, smiling; 'but I never was at one, and I should like for once to see the real manners of the poor.' 'I'm no haunter of such places myself, God knows; but--I see you're in earnest now--will you come with me, sir,--for once? for God's sake and the poor's sake?' 'I shall be delighted.' 'Not after you've been there, I am afraid.' 'Well, it's a bargain when you are recovered. And, in the meantime, the squire's orders are, that you lie by for a few days to rest; and Miss Honoria's, too; and she has sent you down some wine.' |
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