gutenberg. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his
clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. ’
‘I didn’t say I did not enjoy it,’ Gerald protested. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had
unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own
petticoats. ‘Me, I am
Mademoiselle Charvill, the granddaughter of Monsieur Jar-vis Re-men-ham. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported
to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who
so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of
accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other
phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none
entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering
dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect
of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is
in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be
acquainted. I want to get away—to go to London. I cannot
protect you. Idleness is the key of
beggary, Jack. \"
He piped up. Birthdays just ain’t the same
once you get old kiddo.
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