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"I was told, Madam, that you had some commands for me."
"O, you are in haste, are you? you want to be shewing off those patches and bandages, perhaps? You won't forget a veil, I hope, to preserve your white skin? Not but 'twould be pity to make any sort of change in your dress, 'tis so prodigiously tasty!"
The stranger, offended, was now moving off, but, calling her back, "Did not the waiter," Mrs. Ireton demanded, "give you to understand that I sent for you?"
"Yes, Madam; and therefore—"
"Well, and what do you suppose it was for? To let you open and shut the door, just to give me all the cold wind of the passages? You suppose it was for that, do you? You surmize that I have a passion for the tooth-ache? You conclude that I delight in sneezing?—coughing?—and a stuft-up nose?"
"I am sorry, Madam,—"
"Or perhaps you think me so robust, that it would be kind to give me a little
