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Text for Page 036 [03-18-1855]

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pleasant Sunday afternoons did I and Bill have there.    She must
feel all the pretence and ostentation wearisome at times. /      I
and Mr B retired to the smoking room for an hour or two, subse-
quent to dinner, and he spake of his going to Knebworth in com-
pany with Bulwer, and other matters.     Finally comes in Mrs B,
and addressing her husband as My love, informs him that she has
not had one kiss all day.   �Take one!� says he, his legs wide a-
part, one hand in his trouser-pocket, the other holding his pipe.
Which she did.         At the tea drinking were two young men, who
addressed Mr and Mrs B as �Uncle� or �Aunt�, and were very at-
tentive to the damsels.     Anon Mrs B endeavoured to poke me up
conversationally, inquiring of things American &c, but I roared but
in great moderation, and left early.                 Walked all the way
home, dropping in at Jack Boutchers by the way, and finding
him upstairs, in the Coffee Room, with some half dozen guests,
his sister and new choice among the number.   He was holding
forth in a hoarse voice, telling a dreary incomprehensible story.
  19. Monday.   Out in the morning to the tailors and thereabouts,
Minnie and Mrs Heath called in afternoon, and I to Sam�s
after tea-time; there remaining till 11 or so.   Returning, found
a squat, comely basket in my room, containing presents from Cha-
combe.   Letters from each of the girls, a ring combining their
hair, Hannah�s daguerreotype, mits, red and green, from Mary
and Charlotte, and � a pork pie.                      The portrait is
ill done, � the work of that Banbury ass, Thorpe, and no wise
does justice to Hannahs kind earnest face.   Nevertheless I lay
looking at it for a long time.               
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