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pression of humorous reproach, "You will permit me, I hope, at least," he added, "to flatter myself, that, when your indulgence to the garrulity of age has induced you to bear with my loquacity till I am a little hoarser, your consideration for sore throats and heated lungs, will prevail upon you to utter a little word or two in your turn?"
Juliet, laughing, answered that she had been too well amused, to be aware how little she had seemed to merit his exertions.
"Tell me, then," cried he, with looks that spoke him enchanted by this reply; "through what extraordinary mechanism, in the wheel of fortune, you have been rolled to this spot? The benevolent sprites, who have urged me hither, have not given me a jot of information how you became known to Mrs. Ireton? By what strange spell have you been drawn in, to seem an inmate of her mansion? and what philters and potions have you swallowed, to make you endure her never-ending vagaries?"
