The House by the Church-YardLe Fanu, Joseph Sheridan
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The House by the Church-Yard
Le Fanu, Joseph Sheridan
Country life -- Ireland -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
'Oh, this is Lieutenant Puddock,' said Aunt Becky, drawing off in high
disdain, 'the bully of the town. Your present company, Sir, will find
very pretty work, I warrant, for your sword and pistols; Sir Launcelot
and his belle!'
'Do you like a belle or beldame best, Sir Launcelot?' enquired Miss Mag,
with a mild little duck to Puddock.
'You'll have your hands pretty full, Sir, ha, ha, ha!' and with scarlet
cheeks, and a choking laugh, away sailed Aunt Rebecca.
'Choke, chicken, there's more a-hatching,' said Miss Mag, in a sort of
aside, and cutting a flic-flac with a merry devilish laugh, and a wink
to Puddock. That officer, being a gentleman, was a good deal
disconcerted, and scandalised--too literal to see, and too honest to
enjoy, the absurd side of the combat.
'Twas an affair of a few seconds, like two frigates crossing in a gale,
with only opportunity for a broadside or two; and when the Rebecca
Chattesworth sheered off, it can't be denied, her tackling was a good
deal more cut up, and her hull considerably more pierced, than those of
the saucy Magnolia, who sent that whistling shot and provoking cheer in
her majestic wake.
'I see you want to go, Lieutenant Puddock--Lieutenant O'Flaherty, I
promised to dance this country dance with you; don't let me keep _you_,
Ensign Puddock,' said Miss Mag in a huff, observing little Puddock's
wandering eye and thoughts.
'I--a--you see, Miss Macnamara, truly you were so hard upon poor Miss
Rebecca Chattesworth, that I fear I shall get into trouble, unless I go
and make my peace with her,' lisped the little lieutenant, speaking the
truth, as was his wont, with a bow and a polite smile, and a gentle
indication of beginning to move away.
'Oh, is that all? I was afraid you were sick of the mulligrubs, with
eating chopt hay; you had better go back to her at once if she wants
you, for if you don't with a good grace, she'll very likely come and
take you back by the collar,' and Miss Mag and O'Flaherty joined in a
derisive hee-haw, to Puddock's considerable confusion, who bowed and
smiled again, and tried to laugh, till the charming couple relieved him
by taking their places in the dance.
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