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The Green Silk Purse

           "Ameliahadbetterwriteanote,"saidherfather;"andletGeorgeOsborneseewhatabeautifulhandwritingwehavebroughtbackfromMissPinkerton’s.DoyourememberwhenyouwrotetohimtocomeonTwelfth-night,Emmy,andspelttwelfthwithoutthef?"

           "Thatwasyearsago,"saidAmelia.

           "Itseemslikeyesterday,don’tit,John?"saidMrs.Sedleytoherhusband;andthatnightinaconversationwhichtookplaceinafrontroominthesecondfloor,inasortoftent,hungroundwithchintzofarichandfantasticIndiapattern,anddoublewithcalicoofatenderrose-colour;intheinteriorofwhichspeciesofmarqueewasafeatherbed,onwhichweretwopillows,onwhichweretworoundredfaces,oneinalacednightcap,andoneinasimplecottonone,endinginatasselinaCURTAINLECTURE,Isay,Mrs.SedleytookherhusbandtotaskforhiscruelconducttopoorJoe.

           "Itwasquitewickedofyou,Mr.Sedley,"saidshe,"totormentthepoorboyso."

           "Mydear,"saidthecotton-tasselindefenceofhisconduct,"Josisagreatdealvainerthanyoueverwereinyourlife,andthat’ssayingagooddeal.Though,somethirtyyearsago,intheyearseventeenhundredandeightywhatwasit?perhapsyouhadarighttobevainIdon’tsayno.ButI’venopatiencewithJosandhisdandifiedmodesty.Itisout-JosephingJoseph,mydear,andallthewhiletheboyisonlythinkingofhimself,andwhatafinefellowheis.Idoubt,Ma’am,weshallhavesometroublewithhimyet.

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