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Page 147 - I'll shut my mouth, you needn't suppose, For how can I keep from crying ? " ' And you rub as hard as ever you can, And your hands are hard, to my sorrow ; No woman shall wash me, when I'ma man. And I wish I was one to-morrow.
Page 57 - Susanna,' said Anne Clarkson. 'lay aside your pen, and join us in our fun while we have an opportunity. 1 know in your heart you would like to do so.' 'Excuse me,' replied Susanna. 'I am unwilling to do any thing while my aunt is asleep, that I would not attempt if she were awake.' 'Now you are quite too good,' said Martha Stevens, 'do not try to make us believe that you feel any great respect for such an aunt as this.
Page 147 - I'm afraid to ope ; And my lip the suds is sipping. They're down my throat, and up my nose — And to choke me you seem to be trying. That I'll shut my mouth you need n't suppose, For how can I keep from crying? And you rub as hard as ever you can — And your hands are hard — to my sorrow ! No woman...
Page 147 - I'll shut my mouth you need n't suppose, For how can I keep from crying? And you rub as hard as ever you can — And your hands are hard — to my sorrow ! No woman shall wnsh me when I'ma man — , And I wish I was one to-morrow.
Page 33 - You must excuse me, Mrs. Clapperton, but I cannot bear any jesting at the expense of my son. MRS. CLAPPERTON. Well, do not be angry, but 1 have not told you the half that I heard about him. Wansley related some of the most curious anecdotes. MRS. LESMORE. What you have already told has given me so much pain, that I would rather hear no more. MRS. CLAPPERTON. Your Marcus is certainly very different from my William, whose money flies as if it was dust. He is never satisfied except when he is down at...
Page 11 - Oswald, for once allow me to make you a present. It is the first time in my life I have had it in my power to offer you any thing of consequence.
Page 59 - SUSANNA — Catherine, what have you seen in me to authorise the suspicion that 1 could act so meanly as to betray you to my aunt? CATHERINE — Oh ! nothing — but I thought that with you, duty would be always above honour. Now mind that you do not deceive us. Of all things in the world, I despise an informer. So saying, she turned from the door, and ran out to the group that were romping through the garden in the very hey-day of frolic, galloping mischievously over the flower-beds, committing...
Page 38 - ... Marcus — I will tell you. LAURA. (in a low voice to Mrs. Lesmore) Dear mother, do not say any thing about the cadets calling him ' young Elwees.' MBS. LESMORE. Mrs. Clapperton has just been here, having recently returned from New York. MARCUS. I am glad her visit to you was over before my arrival. 1 think her a very foolish, impertinent woman. .MRS. LESMORE. When she was going down the river, a cadet (probably one that had just been dismissed) came on board at West Point. Mrs. Clapperton got...
Page 59 - CATHERINE. — No, no, — not, at least, till we have taken the cream of it. Come, then, girls, let us all be off into the garden. In an instant they were out of the school-room, but Catherine Ramsay, turning back, and putting her head in at the door, said, ' Now, Susanna, do not carry your honour so far as to wake your aunt, and betray us all as soon as our backs are turned. She is sleeping away now as if she was not to awaken for a hundred years, like the princess in the fairy tale ; though no...
Page 81 - Here she is, looking like a button de rose,* as she always does, and with nothing to trouble her gaiety de curef but the thought of leaving her poor fond aunt, whose greatest bonehewer): is loving and petting her. Is it not so, Susanna ?' To conclude, Mr. Manderson was much affected by Susanna's resemblance to her deceased mother, and he felt that the only atonement he could make for his undue severity to the unfortunate Mrs. Meredith, was to take her child to his heart, and cherish her with the...