curled Sir Isaac?

Upon my word, when I look at them myself, I, the Historian, am puzzled.
If it had not been for that bow-bow, I am sure Sophy would not have
suspected. Taratarantara! Walk in, ladies and gentlemen, walk in; the
performance is about to commence! Sophy lingers last.

"Yes, sir," said the blind man, who had been talking to the apprentice,
"yes, sir," said he, loud and emphatically, as if his word had been
questioned. "The child was snowed up, but luckily the window of the hut
was left open: exactly at two o'clock in the morning, that dog came to
the window, set up a howl, and--"

Soppy could hear no more--led away behind the curtain by the King's
Lieutenant. But she had heard enough to stir her heart with an emotion
that set all the dimples round her lip into undulating play.




CHAPTER VII.

A sham carries off a reality.

And she did act, and how charmingly! with what glee and what gusto!
Rugge was beside himself with pride and rapture. He could hardly perform
his own Baronial part for admiration. The audience, a far choicer and
more fastidious one than that in the Surrey village, was amazed,
enthusiastic. "I shall live to see my dream come true! I shall have the
great York theatre!" said Rugge, as he took off his wig and laid his head