The Wolves and the Lamb by William Makepeace Thackeray
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her to dinner here.
K.--I say--why the doose do you have such old women to dinner here? Why don't you get some pretty girls? Such a set of confounded old frumps as eat Milliken's mutton I never saw. There's you, and his old mother Mrs. Bonnington, and old Mrs. Fogram, and old Miss What's-her-name, the woman with the squint eye, and that immense Mrs. Crowder. It's so stoopid, that if it weren't for Touchit coming down sometimes, and the billiards and boatin', I should die here--expire, by gad! Why don't you have some pretty women into the house, Lady Kicklebury? LADY K.--Why! Do you think I want that picture taken down: and another Mrs. Milliken? Wisehead! If Horace married again, would he be your banker, and keep this house, now that ungrateful son of mine has turned me out of his? No pretty woman shall come into the house whilst I am here. K.--Governess seems a pretty woman: weak eyes, bad figure, poky, badly dressed, but doosid pretty woman. LADY K.--Bah! There is no danger from HER. She is a most faithful creature, attached to me beyond everything. And her eyes--her eyes are weak with crying for some young man who is in India. She has his miniature in her room, locked up in one of her drawers. K.--Then how the doose did you come to see it? LADY K.--We see a number of things, Clarence. Will you drive with me? K.--Not as I knows on, thank you. No, Ma; drivin's TOO slow: and you're |
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