Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 8 by Samuel Richardson
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You may, Sir, if you please. Then I won't; for, if she was, you would not be so obliging. I am ashamed to give you all this attendance: you are the politest traders I ever knew. Honest Joseph, slapping him upon the shoulders on a sudden, which made him jump, didst ever grin for a wager, man?--for the rascal seemed not displeased with me; and, cracking his flat face from ear to ear, with a distended mouth, showed his teeth, as broad and as black as his thumb-nails.--But don't I hinder thee? What canst earn a-day, man? Half-a-crown I can earn a-day; with an air of pride and petulance, at being startled. There then is a day's wages for thee. But thou needest not attend me farther. Come, Mrs. Smith, come John, (Master Smith I should say,) let's walk down, and give me an account where the lady is gone, and when she will return. So down stairs led I. John and Joseph (thought I had discharged the latter,) and my dame, following me, to show their complaisance to a stranger. I re-entered one of the first-floor rooms. I have a great mind to be your lodger: for I never saw such obliging folks in my life. What rooms have you to let? |
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