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Mrs。 Greys; and Madame Jouberts! Mary was always too sleepy to join in a plot with spirit。 The best fun was with Madame Joubert: Miss Wilson was a poor sickly thing; lachrymose and low…spirited; not worth the trouble of vanquishing; in short; and Mrs。 Grey was coarse and insensible; no blow took effect on her。 But poor Madame Joubert! I see her yet in her raging passions; when we had driven her to extremities—spilt our tea; crumbled our bread and butter; tossed our books up to the ceiling; and played a charivari with the ruler and desk; the fender and fire…irons。 Theodore; do you remember those merry days?”
“Yaas; to be sure I do;” drawled Lord Ingram; “and the poor old stick used to cry out ‘Oh you villains childs!’—and then we sermonised her on the presumption of attempting to teach such clever blades as we were; when she was herself so ignorant。”
“We did; and; Tedo; you know; I helped you in prosecuting (or persecuting) your tutor; whey…faced Mr。 Vining—the parson in the pip; as we used to call him。 He and Miss Wilson took the liberty of falling in love with each other—at least Tedo and I thought so; we surprised sundry tender glances and sighs which we interpreted as tokens of ‘la belle passion;’ and I promise you the public soon had the benefit of our discovery; we employed it as a sort of lever to hoist our dead…weights from the house。 Dear mama; there; as soon as she got an inkling of the business; found out that it was of an immoral tendency。 Did you no
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