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A Quarrel About an Heiress

           ByJove,Will,itwasallIIcoulddotopreventmyselffromthrowingthesofa-cushionather."Herestrainedthatexhibitionofsentiment,however.

           ThesistersbegantoplaytheBattleofPrague."Stopthatd-thing,"Georgehowledoutinafuryfromthesofa."Itmakesmemad.Youplayussomething,MissSwartz,do.Singsomething,anythingbuttheBattleofPrague."

           "ShallIsing‘BlueEyedMary’ortheairfromtheCabinet?"MissSwartzasked.

           "ThatsweetthingfromtheCabinet,"thesisterssaid.

           "We’vehadthat,"repliedthemisanthropeonthesofa

           "Icansing‘FluvyduTajy,’"Swartzsaid,inameekvoice,"ifIhadthewords."Itwasthelastoftheworthyyoungwoman’scollection.

           "O,‘FleuveduTage,’"MissMariacried;"wehavethesong,"andwentofftofetchthebookinwhichitwas.

           Nowithappenedthatthissong,thenintheheightofthefashion,hadbeengiventotheyoungladiesbyayoungfriendoftheirs,whosenamewasonthetitle,andMissSwartz,havingconcludedthedittywithGeorge’sapplause(forherememberedthatitwasafavouriteofAmelia’s),washopingforanencoreperhaps,andfiddlingwiththeleavesofthemusic,whenhereyefelluponthetitle,andshesaw"AmeliaSedley"writteninthecomer.

           "Lor!"criedMissSwartz,spinningswiftlyroundonthemusic-stool,"isitmyAmelia?AmeliathatwasatMissP.‘satHammersmith?Iknowitis.It’sher.

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