Alas! : a novel . d she so continued till I laidher on her own bed, and up to the earlymorning she held me by the hand andmoaned, and moaned, Oh, wicked, wicked,wicked ! What can the Provident Matrons bemade of? They are laughing unre-strainedly. Too late Burgoyne realizes AMELIA. i9 that he had not made it sufficiently clearthat his intention is no longer idea of his being a funny man has sofirmly rooted itself in his hearers minds,that nothing can now dislodge it. Suchbeing the case, he feels that the best thinghe can do is to reach the end as quicklyas possible. He begins to read
Alas! : a novel . d she so continued till I laidher on her own bed, and up to the earlymorning she held me by the hand andmoaned, and moaned, Oh, wicked, wicked,wicked ! What can the Provident Matrons bemade of? They are laughing unre-strainedly. Too late Burgoyne realizes AMELIA. i9 that he had not made it sufficiently clearthat his intention is no longer idea of his being a funny man has sofirmly rooted itself in his hearers minds,that nothing can now dislodge it. Suchbeing the case, he feels that the best thinghe can do is to reach the end as quicklyas possible. He begins to read very fast,which is taken for a new stroke of facetious-ness, the result of which is that the lastsigh of the poor young would-be suicideis drowned in a storm of hilarity evenheartier and more prolonged than thatwhich greeted Willing Sophys smudgednose. In much confusion, greatly abashedby the honours so mistakenly heaped uponhim, Burgoyne hastily leaves the thousand Browns shall not keephim there !.
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