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James Crawley’s Pipe Is Put Out

           

           "What?"saidBarbara,whowasbitinghernails,anddrummingthetable.

           "Isay,whynotsendJimovertoBrightontoseeifhecandoanythingwiththeoldlady.He’sveryneargettinghisdegree,youknow.He’sonlybeenpluckedtwicesowasI—buthe’shadtheadvantagesofOxfordandauniversityeducation.Heknowssomeofthebestchapsthere.HepullsstrokeintheBonifaceboat.He’sahandsomefeller.D——it,ma’am,let’sputhimontheoldwoman,hey,andtellhimtothrashPittifhesaysanything.Ha,ha,ha!

           "Jimmightgodownandseeher,certainly,"thehousewifesaid;addingwithasigh,"Ifwecouldbutgetoneofthegirlsintothehouse;butshecouldneverendurethem,becausetheyarenotpretty!"Thoseunfortunateandwell-educatedwomenmadethemselvesheardfromtheneighbouringdrawing-room,wheretheywerethrummingaway,withhardfingers,anelaboratemusic-pieceonthepiano-forte,astheirmotherspoke;andindeed,theywereatmusic,oratbackboard,oratgeography,orathistory,thewholedaylong.Butwhatavailalltheseaccomplishments,inVanityFair,togirlswhoareshort,poor,plain,andhaveabadcomplexion?Mrs.ButecouldthinkofnobodybuttheCuratetotakeoneofthemoffherhands;andJimcominginfromthestableatthisminute,throughtheparlourwindow,withashortpipestuckinhisoilskincap,heandhisfatherfelltotalkingaboutoddsontheSt.Leger,andthecolloquybetweentheRectorandhiswifeended.

           Mrs.

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