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308 Miss. Why, indeed, madam, I was hunch'd up in a hackney coach with three country acquaintance, who called upon me to take the air as far as Highgate.

Lady Smart. And had you a pleasant airing?

Miss. No, madam; it rained all the time; I was jolted to death; and the road was so bad, that I scream'd every moment, and called to the coachman, Pray, friend, don't spill us.

Neverout. So, miss, you were afraid, that pride, wou'd have a fall.

Miss. Mr. Neverout, when I want a fool, I'll send for you.

''Ld. Sparkish''. Miss, did'n't your left ear burn last night?

Miss. Pray why, my lord?

''Ld. Sparkish''. Because I was then in some company where you were extoll'd to the skies, I assure you.

Miss. My lord, that was more their goodness than my desert.

''Ld. Sparkish''. They said, that you were a complete beauty.

Miss. My lord, I am as God made me.

Lady Smart. The girl's well enough, if she had but another nose.

Miss. O! madam, I know I shall always have your good word; you love to help a lame dog over the stile.

Lady Smart. Who's there? you're on the wrong side of the door; come in, if you be fat. Colonel