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The Bedford-Row Conspiracy by William Makepeace Thackeray
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"Try what, sir?"

"She's a DEUCED fine woman!" burst out again the tender solicitor.
"I WILL go. Springer, tell the fiddlers to strike up."

Springer scuttled across the room, and gave the leader of the band a
knowing nod. Suddenly, "God save the King" ceased, and "Sir Roger
de Coverley" began. The rival forces eyed each other; Mr. Scully,
accompanied by his friend, came forward, looking very red, and
fumbling two large kid gloves.

"HE'S GOING TO ASK ME TO DANCE," hissed out Lady Gorgon, with a
dreadful intuition, and she drew back behind her lord.

"D--- it, madam, THEN DANCE with him!" said the General. "Don't you
see that the scoundrel is carrying it all his own way! ----- him!
and ----- him! and ----- him!" (All of which dashes the reader may
fill up with oaths of such strength as may be requisite).

"General!" cried Lady Gorgon, but could say no more. Scully was
before her.

"Madam!" exclaimed the Liberal Member for Oldborough, "in a moment
like this--I say--that is--that on the present occasion--your
Ladyship--unaccustomed as I am--pooh, psha--WILL your Ladyship give
me the distinguished honour and pleasure of going down the
country-dance with your Ladyship?"

An immense heave of her Ladyship's ample chest was perceptible.
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