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Page 3 - Sir, I repeat it — if I please you in this affair, 'tis all I desire. Not that I think a woman the worse for being handsome ; but, sir, if you please to recollect, you before hinted something about a hump or two, one eye, and a few more graces of that kind — now, without being very nice, I own I should rather choose a wife of mine to have the usual number of limbs, and a limited quantity of back : and though one eye may be very agreeable, yet as the prejudice has always run in favour of two,...
Page 19 - Ay, i' the name of mischief, let him be the messenger. For my part, I wouldn't lend a hand to it for the best horse in your stable. By the mass ! it don't look like another letter ! It is, as I may say, a designing and malicious-looking letter ; and I warrant smells of gunpowder like a soldier's pouch ! Oons ! I wouldn't swear it mayn't go off ! Acres. Out, you poltroon ! you han't the valour of a grasshopper. Dav. Well, I say no more — 'twill be sad news, to be sure, at Clod Hall ! but I ha
Page 42 - What the devil's the matter with you ? Acres. Nothing, nothing, my dear friend — my dear Sir Lucius — but I — I — I don't feel quite so bold, • somehow, as I did.
Page 41 - Yes, Jack, the independence I was talking of is by a marriage— the fortune is saddled with a wife — but I suppose that makes no difference.
Page 22 - Hesperian curls — the front of Job himself ! — An eye, like March, to threaten at command ! — A station, like Harry Mercury, new — '* Something about kissing — on a hill— however, the similitude struck me directly.
Page 16 - Come, here's pen and paper. — [Sits down to write.] I would the ink were red! — Indite, I say indite! — How shall I begin? Odds bullets and blades! I'll write a good bold hand, however. Sir Luc.
Page 7 - Permit me to say, madam, that as I never yet have had the pleasure of seeing Miss Languish, my principal inducement in this affair at present is the honour of being allied to Mrs. Malaprop; of whose intellectual accomplishments, elegant manners, and unaffected learning, no tongue is silent. Mrs. Mai. Sir, you do me infinite honour! I beg, captain, you'll be seated. — [They sit.} Ah! few gentlemen, now-a-days, know how to value the ineffectual qualities in a woman!
Page 41 - Why — what difference does that make ? Odds life, sir ! if you have the estate, you must take it with the live stock on it, as it stands.