The Life and Letters of Maria Edgeworth, Volume 1 by Maria Edgeworth
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saw with ecstasies? The candles were all put out in the library, and a
wonderful bustle made, before I rightly comprehended what was going on. EDGEWORTHSTOWN, 1794. I will look for the volume of the _Tableau de Paris_ which you think I have; and if it is in the land of the living, it shall be coming forth at your call. Do you remember our reading in it of the _garcon perruquier_ who dresses in black on a Sunday, and leaves his everyday clothes, white and heavy with powder, in the middle of the room, which he dares not peep into after his metamorphosis? I like to read as well as to talk with you, my dear aunt, because you mix the grave and gay together, and put your long finger upon the very passages which my short, stumpy one was just starting forward to point out, if it could point. You are very good indeed to wish for "Toys and Tasks," but I think it would be most unreasonable to send them to you now. We are a very small party, now that my father, Anna, and Lovell are gone; but I hope we shall be better when you come. _To_ MRS. ELIZABETH EDGEWORTH. EDGEWORTHSTOWN, 1794. All's well at home; the chickens are all good and thriving, and there is plenty of provender, and of everything that we can want or wish for: therefore we all hope that you will fully enjoy the pleasures of Black |
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