Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 1 by Fanny Burney
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"Oh, every thing you can conceive; house, stables, china, laces, horses, caps, everything in the world." "And do you intend to buy any thing?" "Lord, no; but one likes to see the people's things." Cecilia then begged they would excuse her attendance. "O, by no means!" cried Miss Larolles; "you must go, I assure you; there'll be such a monstrous crowd as you never saw in your life. I dare say we shall be half squeezed to death." "That," said Cecilia, "is an inducement which you must not expect will have much weight with a poor rustic just out of the country: it must require all the polish of a long residence in the metropolis to make it attractive." "O but do go, for I assure you it will be the best sale we shall have this season. I can't imagine, Mrs Harrel, what poor Lady Belgrade will do with herself; I hear the creditors have seized every thing; I really believe creditors are the cruelest set of people in the world! they have taken those beautiful buckles out of her shoes! Poor soul! I declare it will make my heart ache to see them put up. It's quite shocking, upon my word. I wonder who'll buy them. I assure you they were the prettiest fancied I ever saw. But come, if we don't go directly, there will be no getting in." Cecilia again desired to be excused accompanying them, adding that |
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