. Tales of the Wonder Club (Volume 2). CHAPTER IV. The Waxen Image.—The Hostesss Story. We have alluded before the commencement of ourlate story to a clapping of hands proceeding from theclub-room, announcing the termination of some talefrom our hostess. It will be remembered that the tale of our landladyhad come to an end previous to the commencementof our artists narrative. Let us entreat our reader,then, to take a retrospect glance, and imagine himselfseated in the club-room, in the company of its worthymembers and our buxom hostess, whilst the painter wasdeeply absorbed in his portrait of
. Tales of the Wonder Club (Volume 2). CHAPTER IV. The Waxen Image.—The Hostesss Story. We have alluded before the commencement of ourlate story to a clapping of hands proceeding from theclub-room, announcing the termination of some talefrom our hostess. It will be remembered that the tale of our landladyhad come to an end previous to the commencementof our artists narrative. Let us entreat our reader,then, to take a retrospect glance, and imagine himselfseated in the club-room, in the company of its worthymembers and our buxom hostess, whilst the painter wasdeeply absorbed in his portrait of the fair Helen. Dame Hearty, after continued pressing, and somediffidence on her part, seemed finally to be collectingher ideas, which process was performed by casting downher eyes and toying with the corners of her apron ;then as if suddenly inspired, she abruptly smootheddown her apron on her lap, and dovetailing the fingersof each ruddy hand within those of the other, shehemmed once or twice and proceeded in the THE WAXEN IMAGE. 239. When I was a girl, gentlemen, about the age ofmy Helen, I was just such another as she, though Idare say you would hardly believe it, to look at me now ;:but ask my good man and hell tell you the same. Lookat my Helen, and you will see what your humbleservant was at her age. I had the same rosy cheeks;like two ripe apples, the same laughing blue eyes andsunny hair, and as for spirits, why, Lord bless you, thedear child aint nothing to what her mother was at herage. Well, gentlemen, I was always for gaming andromping, and folks would say that there wasnt a lass^like Molly Sikes for miles round. In fact, I used to becalled the pride of the village, though I say it, thatshouldnt. At the time I speak of, I was at the villageschool, and there was hardly a young man in the villagethat did not come a courtin after me, but I paid noattention to none of them, as I had been attachedfrom childhood to my Jack, then a spruce lad of someei
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