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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 02 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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and the last airly, you'll get through it; for it won't
only make a day and a half, when sumtotalized. We'll
fancy it, that's better than the rael thing, any time.

"So lets go to a country gentleman's house, or "landed,"
as they call 'em, cause they are so infarnally heavy.
Well, his house is either an old onconvenient up and
down, crooked-laned place, bad lighted, bad warmed, and
shockin' cut up in small rooms; or a spic and span formal,
new one, havin' all or most, according to his puss, of
those things, about lord's houses, only on a smaller
scale.

"Well, I'll arrive in time for dinner, I'll titivate
myself up, and down to drawin'-room, and whose the company
that's to dine there? Why, cuss 'em, half a dozen of
these gents own the country for miles round, so they have
to keep some company at the house, and the rest is
neighbours.

"Now for goodness gracious sake, jist let's see who they
be! Why one or two poor parsons, that have nothin' new
in 'em, and nothin' new on 'em, goodish sort of people
too, only they larf a leetle, jist a leetle louder at
host's jokes, than at mine, at least, I suspicion it,
'cause I never could see nothin' to larf at in his jokes.
One or two country nobs of brother landed gents, that
look as big as if the whole of the three per cent consols
was in their breeches pockets; one or two damsels, that
was young once, but have confessed to bein' old maids,
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