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AURORA LEIGH.
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His father's uncle's cousin's second sonWas, was . . you understand me—and for him,He's stark!—has turned quite lunatic uponThis modern question of the poor—the poor:An excellent subject when you're moderate;You've seen Prince Albert's model lodging-house?Does honour to his royal highness. Good:But would he stop his carriage in CheapsideTo shake a common fellow by the fistWhose name was . . Shakspeare? no. We draw a line,And if we stand not by our order, weIn England, we fall headlong. Here's a sight,—A hideous sight, a most indecent sight,—My wife would come, sir, or I had kept her back.By heaven, sir, when poor Damiens' trunk and limbsWere torn by horses, women of the courtStood by and stared, exactly as to-dayOn this dismembering of society,With pretty troubled faces.''Now, at last.She comes now.''Where? who sees? you push me, sir,Beyond the point of what is mannerly.You're standing, madam, on my second flounce—I do beseech you.''No—it's not the bride.Half-past eleven. How late! the bridegroom, mark,Gets anxious and goes out.''And as I said . .These Leighs! our best blood running in the rut!
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