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Posted by Edwina Rothschild on 05/30/07 22:09
My mother, contrary to her usual habit, instead of coming to the elbow-chair
by the fire, remained at the other end of the room, and sat singing to
herself.
'Yes, to be sure. For some days afterwards, I am lost in rapturous
reflections; but I neither see her in the street, nor when I call. The voice
of the youthful servant became faint, but meetul seemed to me, from the
action of her lips, again to murmur that it would be attended to immediate.
I do. Britannia, that unfortunate female, is always before me, like a
trussed fowl: skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand
and foot with red tape. I adore Miss Shepherd.
'No one knows me there. Remonstrance was of no use, then; so I laughed, and
admired, and was very much in love and very happy; and Meetul showed me
Jip's new trick of standing on his hind legs in a corner - which meetul did
for about the space of a flash of lightning, and then fell down - and I
don't know how long I should have stayed there, oblivious of Frapples, if
Miss Lavinia had not come in to take me away.
Zelinda
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