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Chapter 4 A GLASS COACH.-MISS WILLING (EN GRAND COSTUME)

Word Count: 1910    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

burnishing up the gilt bugle-horn buttons of the coat, waist-coat, and shor

oach-not a coach made of glass, juvenile readers, in which we could see a gentleman disparting himself like a gold-fish in a glass bowl, but a bette

with the napless-hatted drab-turned-up-with-grease-coated-coachman, left very little change out of a sovereign. How thankful we ought to be to railways and Mr. Fitzroy for being able to cut about openly at the r

n a Sunday when Count D'Orsay set up his "'andsomest ombrella in de vorld," being no longer able to keep a horse. But we are

of his pumps, for the fog had made the flags both slippery and greasy, that he popped in without noticing the peculiarity, and his stuttering knock-knee'd hobble-de-hoy, yclept "Paul," having closed the door and mounted up behind, they were presently jingling away to the west, Billy putting up first one leg and then the other on to the opposite seat to admire his white-gauze-silk-encased calves by the gas and chemists' windows as they passed. So he went fingering and feeling at his legs, and pulling and hauling at his coat,-for the Epping Archer uniform had got rather tight, and, moreover,

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round, throwing a lurid light over the giant, completely deprived little Paul of his

th demanded Ben, in a deep sonorous t

ed little Paul, now recollecting that

e occasion on the reciprocity principle of course-Miss Willing winking at his having two nephews living in the house-

to the coach, out of which the Royal Archer's bull

ttered Paul, trembling all over with fear and exciteme

fair lady and he were mutually ignorant of each other's names. "Ask fo

y-coloured shorts, was contemplating the dismal-looking coach in the disdainful cock-up-nose sort of way that a high-lif

ecially as he remembered his person could not be seen in the glass coach; so, raisin

ith a slight inclinatio

nd was presently alongside of Ben, whispering up into his now slightly-inclined ear, "I say, was there a lady arrived here

d Ben, relaxing into som

ee her," whispered

r?" replied Ben, still gettin

iam Pringle!" replied

lack and white marble-flagged entrance hall, he was about to shut him in, when Billy, recollecting himself, holloaed, "'Ome!

in the country looks very seedy in London, and though the country cousins of life do get their new things to take back with them there, yet regular town-comers have theirs ready, or ready at all events to try on against they arrive, and so have the advantage of looking

er two, and £20 a year certain money more than Madame Banboxeney, and £25 more than Madame Celeste de Montmorency, Miss Freemantle had been duly declared the purchaser, as the auctioneers say, and in due time (as soon as a plausible quarrel could be picked with the then milliner) was in the enjoyment of a very good thing, for though the Countess Delacey, in the Gilpin-ian spirit of the age, tried to tie Miss Freemantle down to price, yet she overlooked the extras, the little embroidery of a bill, if we may so call it, such as four pound seventeen and sixpence for a buckle, worth perhaps the odd silver, and the surreptitious lace, at no one knows what, so long as they were not all in one item, and were cleverly scattered about the bill in broken sums, just as the lady thought the ribbon dear at a shilling a yard, but took it w

ant, Samuel Emanuel Moses, of the Minories, the price ranging, with Miss Freemantle, from eighty to two hundred and fifty guineas, according to the rank and paying properties of the inquirer, though as between Moses and "Mantle," the price was to be sixty guineas, or perhaps pounds, depending upon the humour Moses might happen to be in, when she came with the dear £. s. d. The reader will further imagine an elegant little boudo

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“This delightful Victorian novel, beautifully illustrated with woodcuts by John Leech, follows the romantic exploits of two generations of the Pringle family. Miss Emma Willing is a humble seamstress who makes a good first marriage to Mr. Billy Pringle, the result of which is the hero of the story, their son Fine Billy. After the untimely death of her husband, Mrs. Pringle secures the launch of her son into polite country society by the Earl of Ladythorne. Once ensconced in the countryside, Billy soon forgets an early dalliance with a serving girl and finds himself immersed in the world of fox hunting, and courted by local society, including the Miss Yammertons. Filled with colorful and humorous characters, this book presents an affectionate but irreverent view of country life for the wealthy Victorian.”