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Tuesday Evening; and Continued Through the Night Well, my dear, I am alive, and here! but how long I shall be either here, or alive, I cannot say. I have a vast deal to write; and perhaps shall have little time for it. Nevertheless, I must tell you how the saucy Betty again discomposed me, when she came up with this Solmes's message; although, as you will remember from my last, I was in a way before that wanted no additional surprises.
Miss! Miss! Miss! cried she, as fast as she could speak, with her arms spread abroad, and all her fingers distended, and held up, will you be pleased to walk down into your own parlour? -- There is everybody, I will assure you in full congregation! -- And there is Mr. Solmes, as fine as a lord, with a charming white peruke, fine laced shirt and ruffles, coat trimmed with silver, and a waistcoat standing on end with lace! -- Quite handsome, believe me! -- You never saw such an alteration! -- Ah! Miss, shaking her head, 'tis pity you have said so much against him! but you will know how to come off for all that! -- I hope it will not be too late!