Daily contact with actual
human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. "
"I wish you hadn't mentioned her," said Jack, in a broken voice, while his whole
frame shook with emotion. ” She instructed him. “Don’t!” cried Ann Veronica, struggling faintly, and he released her. The only persons in the Lodge were Mrs. Here the ribs of a thousand pounds beating against the Needles—
those dangerous rocks, credulity here floated, to and fro, silks, stuffs, camlets,
and velvet, without giving place to each other, according to their dignity; here
rolled so many pipes of canary, whose bungholes lying open, were so damaged
that the merchant may go hoop for his money," A less picturesque, but more
truthful, and, therefore, more melancholy description of the same scene, is
furnished by the shrewd and satirical Ned Ward, who informs us, in the
"Delectable History of Whittington's College," that "When the prisoners are
disposed to recreate themselves with walking, they go up into a spacious room,
called the Stone Hall; where, when you see them taking a turn together, it would
puzzle one to know which is the gentleman, which the mechanic, and which the
beggar, for they are all suited in the same garb of squalid poverty, making a
spectacle of more pity than executions; only to be out at the elbows is in fashion
here, and a great indecorum not to be threadbare. “This is a very foolish sort of entertainment. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. I don’t classify. His lips parted
in a rare smile. But, when the sound of the carriage-wheels died away, and he
felt that she was actually gone, his resolution failed him, and he rang the bell
violently.
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