She stared in complete incomprehension,†‬her life suddenly ruined,†‬the route of marriage to a suitable Gentleman seemingly barred with the loss of her innocence,†‬yet the moment so brutal and sharp that she may as well be stabbed by a sword or dagger as lanced by seven inches of servantile musculature. Rothby quickly asked Claridge to do a service,†“‬Will you pass yourself of as me when we see the Major,†‬only I had to pretend to be Dullard of the Javeling.—
“Dullard,†‬how un-imaginative,— ‬Claridge asserted,†“‬but yes I shall be the mighty Lord and you my Dullard servant for as long as you wish. Xxx hindi —No not yet” Claridge replied. Rothby was stunned,†‬but he realised it was true,†‬Claridge looked far more the nobleman than he,†‬and seeing Claridge’s bedding set ready against the wall he lay
