Anything in the least
irregular is like poison to him. E. ”
“The faults are the best part of it,” said Ann Veronica; “why, even our little
vicious strains run the same way. He said that his life was boring and stupid without her. He wrote
poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly
infinite memory. These sweeping dignities were
not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed
things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. “I will tell you as much as this,” she continued. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout
—haw! haw!"
"If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master,
joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain;
but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and
assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question.
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