Eugene Aram — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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any thing expensive--need not give it--augh! Fifthly, must not be over
religious, your honour; they pyehouse she-creturs always thinks themsels so much better nor we men;--don't understand our language and ways, your honour: they wants us not only to belave, but to tremble--bother!" "I like your description well enough, on the whole," said Walter, "and when I look out for a wife, I shall come to you for advice." "Your honour may have it already--Miss Ellinor's jist the thing." Walter turned away his head, and told Bunting, with great show of indignation, not to be a fool. The Corporal, who was not quite certain of his ground here, but who knew that Madeline, at all events, was going to be married to Aram, and deemed it, therefore, quite useless to waste any praise upon her, thought that a few random shots of eulogium were worth throwing away on a chance, and consequently continued. "Augh, your honour--'tis not 'cause I have eyes, that I be's a fool. Miss Ellinor and your honour be only cousins, to be sure; but more like brother and sister, nor any thing else. Howsomever, she's a rare cretur, whoever gets her. has a face that puts one in good-humour with the world, if one sees it first thing in the morning--'tis as good as the sun in July--augh! But, as I was saying, your honour--'bout the women-creturs in general--" "Enough of them, Bunting; let us suppose you have been so fortunate as to find one to suit you--how would you woo her? Of course, there are certain secrets of courtship, which you will not hesitate to impart to one, who, like me, wants such assistance from art--much more than you can do, who are so bountifully favoured by Nature." |
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