Beseech me, my lord!--Yes--But with such looks!--I married, sir, let me
tell you, a man with another face--See, see, Emily--He is gone again.--
My lord flew out of the room in a rage.--O these men, my dear! said she
to Emily.
I know, said Emily, what I could have answered, if I dared: but it is ill
meddling, as I have heard say, between man and wife.
Emily says, the quarrel was not made up; but was carried higher still in
the morning.
She had but just finished her tale, when the following billet was brought
me, from Lady G----:
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