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Hey-day! says my lord, who was standing by the fireplace indeed he was in the position to which he generally came by that hour of the evening Hey-day! Rachel, what are you in a passion about? Ladies ought never to be in a passion. Ought they, Doctor Tusher? though it does good to see Rachel in a passion Damme, Lady Castlewood, you look devlish handsome in a passion.
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Take Mistress Beatrix to bed, my lady cried at this moment to Mrs. Tucker her woman, who came in with her ladyships tea. Put her into my room no, into yours, she added quickly. Go, my child: go, I say: not a word! And Beatrix, quite surprised at so sudden a tone of authority from one who was seldom accustomed to raise her voice, went out of the room with a scared countenance, and waited even to burst out a-crying until she got to the door with Mrs. Tucker.
For once her mother took little heed of her sobbing, and continued to speak eagerly My lord, she said, this young man your dependant told me just now in French he was ashamed to speak in his own language that he had been at the ale-house all day, where he has had that little wretch who is now ill of the small-pox on his knee. And he comes home reeking from that place yes, reeking from it and takes my boy into his lap without shame, and sits down by me, yes, by ME. He may have killed Frank for what I know killed our child. Why was he brought in to disgrace our house? Why is he here? Let him go let him go, I say, to-night, and pollute the place no more.
She had never once uttered a syllable of unkindness to Harry Esmond; and her cruel words smote the poor boy, so that he stood for some moments bewildered with grief and rage at the injustice of such a stab from such a hand. He turned quite white from red, which he had been.
I cannot help my birth, madam, he said, nor my other misfortune. And as for your boy, if if my coming nigh to him pollutes him now, it was not so always. Good-night, my lord. Heaven bless you and yours for your goodness to me. I have tired her ladyships kindness out, and I will go; and, sinking down on his knee, Harry Esmond took the rough hand of his benefactor and kissed it.
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