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 it, therefore I would not have your Ladyhip be offended.’—‘Prithee tell me,’ ays Sophia,—‘I will know it this intant.’ ‘Why, Ma’am,’ anwered Mrs. Honour, ‘he came into the Room, one Day lat Week when I was at Work, and there lay your Ladyhip’s Muff on a Chair, and to be ure he put his Hands into it, that very Muff your Ladyhip gave me but yeterday; “La,” ays I, Mr. Jones, “you will tretch my Lady’s Muff and poil it;” but he till kept his Hands in it, and then he kied it—to be ure, I hardly every aw uch a Kis in my Life as he gave it.’—‘I suppoe he did not know it was mine,’ reply’d Sophia. ‘Your Ladyhip hall hear, Ma’am. He kied it again and again, and aid it was the prettiet Muff in the World. “La! Sir,” ays I, “you have een it a hundred Times,”—“Yes, Mrs. Honour,” cry’d he; “but who can ee any thing beautiful in the Preence of your Lady but herelf:” Nay, that’s not all neither, but I hope your Ladyhip won’t be offended, for to be ure he meant nothing: One Day as your Ladyhip was playing on the Harpicord to my Mater, Mr. Jones was itting in the next Room, and methought he looked melancholy. “La!”