can't put the leake into me that way, so it tante no use
tryin'. Well, the next time, I seed jist such another
covey of partridges, same plumage, same step, and same
breed. Well done, sais I, they are intarmed to pull the
wool over my eyes, that's a fact, but they won't find
that no easy matter, I know. Guess they must be done now,
they can't show another presarve like them agin in all
Britain. What trouble they do take to brag here, don't
they? Well, to make a long story short; how do you think
it eventuated, Squire? Why every party I went to, had as
grand a shew as them, only some on 'em was better, fact
I assure you, it's gospel truth; there ain't a word of
a lie in it, text to the letter. I never see nothin' like
it, since I was raised, nor dreamed nothin' like it, and
what's more, I don't think the world has nothin' like it
nother. It beats all natur. It takes the rag off quite.
If that old Turk, Mahomed, had seed these galls, he
wouldn't a bragged about his beautiful ones in paradise
so for everlastinly, I know; for these English heifers
would have beat 'em all holler, that's a fact. For my
part, I call myself a judge. I have an eye there ain't
no deceivin'. I have made it a study, and know every pint
about a woman, as well as I do about a hoss; therefore,
if I say so, it must be so, and no mistake. I make all
allowances for the gear, and the gettin' up, and the
vampin', and all that sort o' flash; but toggery won't
make an ugly gall handsum, nohow you can fix it. It may
lower her ugliness a leetle, but it won't raise her
beauty, if she hante got none. But I warn't a talkin' of
nobility; I was a talkin' of Life in the Country. But