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admiration affection Almeria Amelia answer appeared assure Beaumont believe called Captain Captain Walsingham carriage castle cause character consider continued course cried daughter dear desire determined Ellen Elmour expected eyes fashion father favour fear feelings felt fortune give hand happiness hear heard heart honour hope hour Hunter immediately interest knew Lady Julia Lady Mary Lady Sarah ladyship least leave letter Lidhurst live looked Lord Glistonbury madam manner marry mean mind Miss Turnbull morning mother never object observed once opinion Palmer party passed perhaps person political poor possible present reason Russell seemed Sir John soon speak sure surprise talk tell thing thought told took truth turned understand Vivian Walsingham Wharton whole wish woman young
Side 136 - Bless me ! how quick ! how odd ! " said miss Hunter, with a pouting look, which seemed to add — nobody carries me off ! Mr. Beaumont looked duller than was becoming. Mrs. Beaumont applied herself to adjust the pretty curls of miss Hunter's hair ; and Mr. Palmer, in one of his absent fits, hummed aloud, as he walked up and down the room, " ' And it's, Oh ! what will become of me? Oh ! what shall I do ? Nobody coming to marry me, Nobody coming to woo.
Side 8 - For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem, Presides o'er trifles with a serious face ; Important, by the virtue of grimace.
Side 20 - WILL you hear a Spanish lady, How she woo'd an English man ? Garments gay, as rich as may be, Deck'd with jewels had she on; Of a comely countenance and grace was she ; And by birth and parentage of high degree. As his prisoner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lie ; Cupid's bands did tie her faster, By the liking of...
Side 78 - AFFECTATION. No. 2. * Why, Affectation, why this mock grimace ? Go, silly thing, and hide that simpering face ; Thy lisping prattle and thy mincing gait, All thy false mimic fooleries I hate ; For thou art Folly's counterfeit, and she, Who is right foolish, hath the better plea ; Nature's true idiot I prefer to thee.