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The Expedition of Humphry Clinker

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262 TOBIAS SMOLLETT<br />

—I doubt her pore art is too tinder—but the got’s-fey has sat her<br />

on her legs again.—You nows got’s fey is mother’s milk to a<br />

Velchvoman. As for mistress, blessed be God, she ails nothing.—<br />

Her stomick is good, and she improves in grease and godliness;<br />

but, for all that, she may have infections like other people, and I<br />

believe, she wouldn’t be sorry to be called your ladyship, whenever<br />

sir George thinks proper to ax the question.—But for my part,<br />

whatever I may see or hear, not a praticle shall ever pass the lips <strong>of</strong>,<br />

Dear Molly,<br />

Your loving friend,<br />

Grasco, Sept. 7. WIN. JENKINS<br />

Remember me, as usual, to Sall.—We are now coming home,<br />

though not the nearest road.—I do suppose, I shall find the kitten<br />

a fine boar at my return.<br />

To Sir WATKIN PHILLIPS, Bart. at Oxon.<br />

DEAR KNIGHT,<br />

ONCE more I tread upon English ground, which I like not the<br />

worse for the six weeks’ ramble I have made among the woods and<br />

mountains <strong>of</strong> Caledonia; no <strong>of</strong>fence to the land <strong>of</strong> cakes, where<br />

bannocks grow upon straw. I never saw my uncle in such health and<br />

spirits as he now enjoys. Liddy is perfectly recovered; and Mrs.<br />

Tabitha has no reason to complain. Nevertheless, I believe, she<br />

was, till yesterday, inclined to give the whole Scotch nation to the<br />

devil, as a pack <strong>of</strong> insensible brutes, upon whom her accomplish-<br />

ments had been displayed in vain.—At every place where we halted,<br />

did she mount the stage, and flourished her rusty arms, without<br />

being able to make one conquest. One <strong>of</strong> her last essays was against<br />

the heart <strong>of</strong> sir George Colquhoun, with whom she fought all the<br />

weapons more than twice over.—She was grave and gay by turns—<br />

She moralized and methodized—she laughed, and romped, and<br />

danced, and sung, and sighed, and ogled, and lisped, and fluttered,<br />

and flattered—but all was preaching to the desart—<strong>The</strong> baronet,<br />

being a well-bred man, carried his civilities as far as she could in<br />

conscience expect, and, if evil tongues are to be believed, some<br />

degrees farther; but he was too much a veteran in gallantry, as well

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