” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. “But how can you?” asked Constance. But since we must have toasts," he added, snatching up a glass, "listen to mine: Here's King George the First! a long reign to him! and confusion to the Popish Pretender and his adherents!" "Bravely done!" said Wood, with tears in his eyes. Byrom,—a poet of whom his native town, Manchester, may be justly proud; and his features and figure have been preserved by the most illustrious of his companions on the present occasion,—Hogarth,—in the levée in the "Rake's Progress," and in "Southwark Fair. " "I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. I've already told you I'm about to take a long journey, and it's more than probable I shall never return. There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. " "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. It’s 180 endearing. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn. .
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