Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2 by Fanny Burney
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must know I have a prodigious monstrous great favour to beg of you:
now pray don't refuse me; I assure you if you do, I shall be so mortified you've no notion." "Well, what is it?" "Nothing but to let me be one of your bride maids. I assure you I shall take it as the greatest favour in the world." "My bride maid!" cried Cecilia; "but do you not think the bridegroom himself will be rather offended to find a bridesmaid appointed, before he is even thought of?" "O pray, now," cried she, "don't be ill-natured, for if you are, you've no idea how I shall be disappointed. Only conceive what happened to me three weeks ago! you must know I was invited to Miss Clinton's wedding, and so I made up a new dress on purpose, in a very particular sort of shape, quite of my own invention, and it had the sweetest effect you can conceive; well, and when the time came, do you know her mother happened to die! Never any thing was so excessive unlucky, for now she won't be married this half year, and my dress will be quite old and yellow; for it's all white, and the most beautiful thing you ever saw in your life." "Upon my word you are very obliging!" cried Cecilia laughing; "and pray do you make interest regularly round with all your female acquaintance to be married upon this occasion, or am I the only one you think this distress will work upon?" "Now how excessive teazing!" cried Miss Larolles, "when you know so |
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