With me
behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. . "I wouldn't force him for the world:
but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua
pompaginis. "
"Oh! goodness!" ejaculated the tapstress, in alarm. The galleries adjoining it were
crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house
standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of
Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his
presence. It was less will than education. "
"And, what good would that do?" replied Ireton, sarcastically. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. Admire her as
much as you choose—at a distance.
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