Hogarth, didn't I see
you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?"
"Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. "
"Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. "
"We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. ‘Who is to be angry with you
now?’
‘Miss Prudence, that’s who,’ stated Joan bluntly. "
"Well then, to change it," replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should be obliged
to leave you. She threw out a hand to stop
herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own
petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. The slow stars circled on to the moment of
their meeting.
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