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Burlesques William Makepeace Thackeray

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flour-garding, who should I see in the summerouse, but Mary Hann pretending to em an<br />

ankyshr and Mr. Fitzwarren paying his cort to her?<br />

"'You may as well have me, Mary Hann,' says he. 'I've saved money. We'll take a publichouse<br />

and I'll make a lady of you. I'm not a purse-proud ungrateful fellow like Jeames—<br />

who's such a snob ('such a SNOB' was his very words!) that I'm ashamed to wait on him—<br />

who's the laughing stock of all the gentry and the housekeeper's room too—try a MAN,'<br />

says he—'don't be taking on about such a humbug as Jeames.'<br />

"Here young Joe the keaper's sun, who was carrying my bagg, bust out a laffing thereby<br />

causing Mr. Fitwarren to turn round and intarupt this polite convasation.<br />

"I was in such a rayge. 'Quit the building, Mary Hann,' says I to the young woman—and<br />

you, Mr. Fitzwarren, have the goodness to remain.'<br />

"'I give you warning,' roars he, looking black, blue, yaller—all the colors of the ranebo.<br />

"'Take off your coat, you imperent, hungrateful scoundrl,' says I.<br />

"'It's not your livery,' says he.<br />

"'Peraps you'll understand me, when I take off my own,' says I, unbuttoning the<br />

motherapurls of the MacWhirter tartn. 'Take my jackit, Joe,' says I to the boy,—and put<br />

myself in a hattitude about which there was NO MISTAYK.<br />

"He's 2 stone heavier than me—and knows the use of his ands as well as most men; but in a<br />

fite, BLOOD'S EVERYTHINK: the Snobb can't stand before the gentleman; and I should<br />

have killed him, I've little doubt, but they came and stopt the fite betwigst us before we'd<br />

had more than 2 rounds.<br />

"I punisht the raskle tremenjusly in that time, though; and I'm writing this in my own sittnroom,<br />

not being able to come down to dinner on account of a black-eye I've got, which is<br />

sweld up and disfiggrs me dreadfl."<br />

"On account of the hoffle black i which I reseaved in my rangcounter with the hinfimus<br />

Fitzwarren, I kep my roomb for sevral days, with the rose-colored curtings of the apartmint<br />

closed, so as to form an agreeable twilike; and a light-bloo sattin shayd over the injard<br />

pheacher. My woons was thus made to become me as much as pawsable; and (has the<br />

Poick well observes 'Nun but the Brayv desuvs the Fare') I cumsoled myself in the sasiaty<br />

of the ladies for my tempory disfiggarment.

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