"
"Now for it!—life or death!" exclaimed Jack, assuming the gait of a female, and
stepping towards the door. "
Jack made no answer, nor did he even cast his eyes upon his follower. "You'd have hit it off better if you'd called
her The Sow. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and
looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?”
“Oh!” he said, profoundly. . . Ann Veronica was much impressed by a mighty trying on and altering and
fussing about Alice’s “things”—Alice was being re-costumed from garret to
cellar, with a walking-dress and walking-boots to measure, and a bride’s costume
of the most ravishing description, and stockings and such like beyond the dreams
of avarice—and a constant and increasing dripping into the house of irrelevant
remarkable objects, such as—
Real lace bedspread;
Gilt travelling clock;
Ornamental pewter plaque;
Salad bowl (silver mounted) and servers;
Madgett’s “English Poets” (twelve volumes), bound purple morocco;
Etc. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the
air, and obscured the beautiful prospect.
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