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nothing. We all envy the great, when we ought only to revere them if they are good, and to pity them if they are bad; for they have the same infirmities that we have; and nobody that dares put them in mind of them: so that they often go to the grave, before they find out that they are nothing but poor little men and women, like the rest of us. For my part, when I see them worthy, and amiable, I look up to them as prodigies! Whereas, a common person, such as you, or I, Ma'am,—"
Mrs. Ireton, unable to bear this phrase, endeavoured to turn the attention of the company into another channel, by abruptly calling upon Juliet to go to the piano-forte.
Juliet entreated to be excused.
"Excused? And why, Ma'am? What else have you got to do? What are your avocations? I shall really take it as a favour to be informed."
"Don't teize her, pretty lady; don't teize her," cried Mr. Giles. "If she
