Mr. The Master of the Mint, in the exercise of his
two-fold office of governor and publican, was mounted upon a chair, and
holding forth to his guests in a speech, to which Mrs. "
"She is a matchless creature!" exclaimed the young man. He neither
attempted to prevent his nephew's departure, nor to follow him. “Did he tell you, Annabel?”
“Yes. You
women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush
this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe.
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