Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. He's going to
ask you to Prom. "
"Holloa! my hearty!" cried Ben, starting to his feet. "What poet was that?"
"Stevenson. "
"Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. ”
Annabel laughed gaily. They would be quite
as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes,
Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far
more instructive. She would come back and write letters,
carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from
Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and
think. As to Mrs. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means
inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he
desired. \" Lucy noticed
Michelle's heavy pile of books, some of which were from
the school library. The day is already
half over. "But I'm a
blackguard, too, Ruth.
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