dBooks desire

"And as for
lobsters, I thought he would have liked to eat me after the lobsters.
He shook hands with me, and griped me so, that he bruised my glove
black and blue. He is a young surgeon. He comes from Clavering. Don't
you remember the gilt pestle and mortar in High-street?"
"If he attends you when you are sick," continued Miss Amory, "he will
kill you. He will serve you right; for you are a monster."
The perpetual recurrence to the word "monster" jarred upon Pen. "She
speaks about these matters a great deal too lightly," he thought. "If
I had been a monster, as she calls it, she would have received me just
the same. This is not the way in which an English lady should speak or
think. Laura would not speak in that way, thank God!" and as he
thought so, his own countenance fell.
"Of what are you thinking? Are you going to _bouder_ me at present?"
Blanche asked. "Major, scold your _mechant_ nephew. He does not amuse
me at all. He is as _bete_ as Captain Crackenbury."
"What are you saying about me, Miss Amory?" said the guardsman, with a
grin.


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