Pelham — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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can accomplish my own wishes, I will consult your's still farther; for I
shall always think of your services with gratitude, though you did shut the door in my face." "No, Sir," replied Job--"life is a blessing I would fain enjoy a few years longer; and, at present, my sojourn in England would put it woefully in danger of 'club law.' Besides, I begin to think that a good character is a very agreeable thing, when not too troublesome: and, as I have none left in England, I may as well make the experiment abroad. If your honour will call at the magistrate's, and take a warrant and an officer, for the purpose of ridding me of my charge, at the very instant I see my responsibility at an end, I will have the honour of bidding you adieu." "Well, as you please," said I. "Curse your scoundrel's cosmetics! How the deuce am I ever to regain my natural complexion? Look ye, sirrah! you have painted me with a long wrinkle on the left side of my mouth, big enough to engulph all the beauty I ever had. Why, water seems to have no effect upon it!" "To be sure not, Sir," said Job, calmly--"I should be but a poor dauber, if my paints washed off with a wet sponge." "Grant me patience," cried I, in a real panic; "how, in the name of Heaven, are they to wash off? Am I, before I have reached my twenty- third year, to look like a methodist parson on the wrong side of forty, you rascal!" "The latter question, your honour can best answer," returned Job. "With regard to the former, I have an unguent here, if you will suffer me to |
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