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I come, sir, once more, to ask-pardon for my strange conduct. I can scarce reflect on my in- solence without confusion. Tut, boy, a trifle. You take it too gravely.

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An hour or two's laughing with my daugh- ter, will set all to lights again. She'll never like you the worse for it. Sir, I shall be always proud of her ap- probation. Approbation is but a cold word, Mr. Mli low; if 1 am not deceived, you have something more than approbation thereabouts. Really, sir, I've not that happiness.

Come, boy, I'm an old fellow, and know what's what as well as you that are younger. I know what has past between you; but mum.

Sure, sir, nothing has past between us but the most profound respect on my side, and the most distant reserve on hers. You don't think, sir, that my impudence has been past upon all the rest of the family!

No, I don't say that — not quite impudence — though girls like to be played with, and rumpled a little too, sometimes. But she has told no tales, I assure you. Well, well, I like modesty in its place well enough ; but this is over-acting, young gentle- man. You may be open. Your father and I will like you the better for it. I tell you, she don't dislike you j and as I'm sure you like her Marlow. Dear sir, I protest, sir Hardcastle. I see no reason why you should not be joined as fast as the parson can tie you.

But hear me, sir Hardcastle. Your father approves the match, I ad- mire it ; every moment's delay will be doing mischief, so Marlow. B'll why don't you hear me 1 By all that's just and true, I poems plays and essays by oliver goldsmith gave Miss Hardcastle the slightest mark of my attachment, or even the most distant hint to suspect me of affection.

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We had but one interview, and that was formal, modest, and uninteresting. This fellow's formal, modest poems plays and essays by oliver goldsmith is beyond bearing. And you never grasped her hand, or made any protestations 1 Marlow.

As Heaven is my witness, I came down in obedience to your commands ; I saw the lady with- out emotion, and parted without reluctance. I hope you'll exact no farther proofs of my duty, nor prevent me from leaving a house in which I suffer so many mortifications. I'm astonished at the air of sincerity with which he parted. And I'm astonished at the deliberate intrepidity of his assurance. I dare pledge my life and honour upon his truth. Here comes my daughter, and I would stake rny happiness upon her veracity.

Kate, come hither, child. Answer us sincerely, and without reserve: Marlow made you any professions of love and affection? The question is very abrupt, sir! But since you require unreserved sincerity — I think he has. To Sir Charles You see. And pray, madam, have you and my son had more than one interview 1 Mas Hardcastle. But did lie profess any attachment? Did he talk of love 1 Miss Hardcastle. As most professed admirers do. Now I'm perfectly convinced, indeed. I know his conversation among women to be modest and submissive.

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This forward, canting, ranting man- ner by no means describes him, and, 1 am confident, he never sat lor the picture. And if I find him what you describe, all my happiness in him must have an end.

And if you don't find him what I describe, 1 fear my happiness must never have a beginning. What an idiot am I to wait here for a fellow who probably takes a delight in mortifying me.

He never intended to be punctual, and I'll wait no longer. What do I see? I now find you a man of your word. This looks like friendship.

Ay, I'm your friend, and the best friend you have in the world, if you knew but all. This riding by night, by the by, is cursedly tiresome. It has shook me worse than the basket of a stage-coach.

Are they in safety? Are they housed 1 Tony. Five-and-twenty miles in two hours and a half, is no such bad driving. The poor beasts have smoked for it: Well, but where have you left the ladies?

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I die with impatience. Why, where should I leave them but where I found them? This is a riddle. Riddle me this, then. Why, that's it, num. I first took them down Feather-bed Lane, where we stuck fast in the mud. I then rattled them crack over the stones of Up-and- down Hill. I then introduced them to the gibbet on Heavy-tree Heath ; and from that, with a circum- bendibus, I fairly lodged them in the horse-pond at the bottom of the garden.

Siut no accident, I hope? No, no ; only mother is confoundedly frightened. She thinks herself forty miles off. She's sick of the journey ; and the cattle can scarce crawl.

So, if your own horses be ready, you may whip off with cousin, and I'll be bound that no soul here can budge a foot to follow you. My dear friend, how can I be grateful?

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Ay, now it's dear friend; noble Squire! Just now, it was all idiot, cub, and run me through the guts. Damn your way of fighting, I say. After we take a knock in this part of the country, we kiss and be friends.

Hut if you had run me through the guts, then I should be dead, and you might go kiss the hangman. The rebuke is just. But I must hasten to relieve Miss Neville: Here she comes; vanish! She's got from the pond, and draggled up to the waist like a mermaid. Oh, Tony, I'm killed Shook. I shall never survive it. That last jolt, that laid us against the quickset-hedge, his done my business.

You would be for running away by night, without knowing one inch of the way. I wish we were at home again. I never met so many accidents in so short a journey. Drenched in the mud, overturned in a ditch, stuck fast in a slough, jolted to a jelly, and at last to lose our way!

Whereabouts do you think we are, Tony 1 Tony. By my guess, we should be upon Crack- skull Common, about forty miles from home. The most no- torious spot in all the country. We only want a robbery to make a complete night on't. Don't be poems plays and essays by oliver goldsmith, mamma ; don't be afraid.

Two of the five that kept here are hanged, and the other three may not find us. The fright will certainly kill me.