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My lady's tongue is like thethe is her function: she divides

With spiritual edge the s

As Mr Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway, it arrested

the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated

behind It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual, for

Mr Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was

quick-eyed, and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time

In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl, it was plain

that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an ie, from the

low curtsy which was dropped on the entrance of the small phaeton

"Well, Mrs Fitchett, how are your fowls laying now?" said the

high-colored, dark-eyed lady, with the clearest chiselled utterance

"Pretty well for laying, s:

I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all"

"Oh, the cannibals! Better sell them cheap at once What will you

sell theh

price"

"Well, o, not under"

"Half-a-crown, these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth