“Oh, that. This young man, whose features, though rather
plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray,
penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at
once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William
Hogarth. Don’t leave me in this beastly thing. The
boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be
swamped to a sartainty below. Don’t be afraid that I shall stunt it. It seemed to her the last desperate attack upon the universe that would not
let her live as she desired to live, that penned her in and controlled her and
directed her and disapproved of her, the same invincible wrappering, the same
leaden tyranny of a universe that she had vowed to overcome after that
memorable conflict with her father at Morningside Park. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large
scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it
was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an
interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. The Jacobite daws
want a scarecrow. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease,
arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall.
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