frightful a monster? I kept my eyes shut after once glancing at him; and, I protest, I thought I saw him still, though I winked as close as ever I could."
"That's a pity," said her sister; "ever while you live, Nanny, chuse an admirer whose faults can be hid by winking at them.—Well, then, I must take him myself, I suppose, and put him into mamma's Japan cabinet, in order to shew that Scotland can produce a specimen of mortal clay, moulded into a form ten thousand times uglier than the imaginations of Canton and Pekin, fertile as they are in monsters, have immortalized in porcelain."
"There is something," said Miss Vere, "so melancholy in the situation of this poor
man, that I cannot enter into your mirth, Lucy, so readily as usual. If he has no resources, how is he to exist in this waste country, living, as he does, at such a distance from mankind? and, if he has the
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