Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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monkey ran on for two hours.--No body must help him at table but Miss
Winter.--He is always sure to eat whatever is next her.--She, equally complaisant, sends her plate to him;--desires he will have a bit of the same.--Excessively high, my Lord;--you never eat any thing so well done.--The appearance of fruit is generally the occasion of great altercation:--What! venture on peaches again, Miss Winter?--Indeed, my Lord, I shall only eat this small one;--that was not half ripe which made me sick yesterday.--No more nuts; I absolutely lay an embargo on nuts,--No more, nonsense: I absolutely lay an embargo on nonsense, says Molesworth to DARCEY. LETTER XVI. Miss WARLEY to Lady MARY SUTTON. _Barford Abbey_. Once more, my dear Lady, I dispatch a packet from this place,--after bidding adieu to the agreeable Dean,--Brandon Lodge,--and my friends in that neighbourhood. How long I shall continue here, God only knows.--If my wishes could avail, the time would be short; very short, indeed.--I am quite out of patience with Mr. and Mrs. Smith; some delay every time I hear from |
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