Capitolo 44
to one of her enchanting baton-doos."
He taken a bundle by a drawer, raced his/her eye the ended one or two with a
tearful air, and then it didn't select a completely unfit champion for
publication. "There is one in the eye for C.", he said, while snickering. "Thing
C. would it tell that, do I wonder me? You call him/it C. you always, know; it is
then he/she takes with the good person not-committing. You say, 'I only desire that old bestial hole
C. both to Halifax--what it is from where he comes and then I would fly
suffered to mine really dear Reggie! But, hangs him all, boy of Reggie what is the
good of true love if you have it didn't find the dibs? I have to have my comforts.
You love in a cottage it is very well entirely in his/her way; but whether to pay for the is
effervescence, Reggie?' That its refinement is, doesn't he/she see? Sissie is terribly
refined. You was brought above with the tastes and the habits of a lady."
"Clearly so", I responded. "His/her literary style and his/her liking for
champagne shows him/it abundantly!" Its acute sense of humour didn't do
train him to discover the irony of my observation. I doubt if it extended
many over hulls of oyster. He gave me the letter. I read him/it through
with equal fun and the gratification. If Miss Sissie had written him
on purpose to open the eyes of Cecil Holsworthy, she could not have
handled better or indeed the matter. Ardent love breathed,
tempered by a determination to sell his/her charms in the best and taller
matrimonial market.
"I now, know this man C.," what I have said me when I had ended. "And I want
asks if you will allow me to show him/it the letter of Miss Montague. It is able
put him/it against the girl that, as a matter of fact, is completely unwor--me
wants to totally say disabled for him."
"Does allow her to show him/it to him? As a bird! Because, Sissie made me a promise
what if she could not bring 'that solemn donkey, C.', above to the scratch from
Christmas, she would throw him/it and if he/she would get married me. It is here, in writing." And him
I date me another gem of the literature of epistolary.