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what's to become of my perquisites? It would make your hair stand on end, to hear all the nonsense I have heard about them there books.

My hair makes no stirring at all when nonsense is spoken. It would have a restless time of it else in this family; so pray tell me.

And, will you believe it—whole shelves filled with great vollums; and some of them— fiend take them!—with as much silk, gold, and vellum on their backs as would buy a gentlewoman a good gown.

That will take nothing away from you, will it?

The man's an ass altogether!—If my lady gives twelve guineas for the binding of an album, as they call it, and hundreds for prints, and old stones, and rubbish, and rattletraps beside, what good will that do to me? when, I dare say, she'll scrub off her wardrobe, and go about at last, as my Lady Blackletter does, in a gown that our curate's wife would scarcely put on when she goes visiting amongst all the poor sickly bodies of the parish. I knows very well how it would be; so I hope marriage is now really at hand, to save us from worse.