Paul Clifford — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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page 64 of 84 (76%)
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swinging his legs to and fro,--
"And what, sir, shall I receive for the plastered Epic and the slashed Inquiry?" As the face of the school-boy who, when guessing, as he thinks rightly, at the meaning of some mysterious word in Cornelius Nepos, receiveth not the sugared epithet of praise, but a sudden stroke across the _os humerosve_ [Face or shoulders] even so, blank, puzzled, and thunder- stricken, waxed the face of Mr. MacGrawler at the abrupt and astounding audacity of Paul. "Receive!" he repeated,--"receive! Why, you impudent, ungrateful puppy, would you steal the bread from your old master? If I can obtain for your crude articles an admission into the illustrious pages of 'The Asinaeum,' will you not be sufficiently paid, sir, by the honour? Answer me that. Another man, young gentleman, would have charged you a premium for his instructions; and here have I, in one lesson, imparted to you all the mysteries of the science, and for nothing! And you talk to me of 'receive!--receive!' Young gentleman, in the words of the immortal bard, 'I would as lief you had talked to me of ratsbane!'" "In fine, then, Mr. MacGrawler, I shall get nothing for my trouble?" said Paul. "To be sure not, sir; the very best writer in 'The Asinaeum' only gets three shillings an article!" Almost more than he deserves, the critic might have added; for he who writes for nobody should receive nothing! "Then, sir," quoth the mercenary Paul, profanely, and rising, he kicked |
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