Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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He pronounced the word _immaterial_, with some marks of displeasure. I
was greatly embarrass'd: I thought our conversation would soon become too interesting. I knew not what to do.--I attempted to give it a different turn; yet it engrossed all my attention.--At length I succeeded by introducing my comical adventure at the inn, in our way to Oxfordshire: but the officer's name had escaped my memory, though I since recollect it to be Risby. This subject engaged us till we came within sight of the drawing-room windows.--There are the visitors, as I live! said I. Your Lordship not being dress'd, will, I suppose, order the coach to the other door.--To be plain, I was glad of any excuse that would prevent my getting out before them.--Not _I_, indeed, Miss Warley, reply'd he:--Dress is never of consequence enough to draw me two steps out of my way.--If the spectators yonder will fix their eyes on an old coat rather than a fine young Lady, _why_ they have it for their pains. By this time the door was open'd, and Sir James appearing, led me, with his usual politeness, to the company. I was placed by her Ladyship next Miss Winter, whose person I cannot say prejudiced me in her favour, being entirely dispossessed of that winning grace which attracts strangers at a first glance. After measuring me with her eye from head to toe, she sent my dimensions in a kind of half smile across the room to Lord Baily; then vouchsafed to ask, how long I had been in this part of the world? which question was followed by fifty others, that shewed she laboured under the violent thirst of curiosity; a thirst never to be conquered; for, like dropsical |
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