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The House by the Church-Yard

CHAPTER LXXXII
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While there remained one spark of hope I should never have dreamed of leaving Chapelizod.' Here there was a considerable pause, during which the parrot occasionally repeated, 'You lie, you lie--you dog--you lie.' 'Of course, Sir, if the chance be not worth waiting for, you do well to be gone wherever your business or your pleasures, Sir, invite you,' said Aunt Becky, a little loftily.
'What a fop!' said the parrot.

'You lie, you dog!' 'Neither business, Madam, nor pleasures invite me.

My situation here has been most distressing.

So long as hope cheered me, I little regarded what might be said or thought; but I tell you honestly that hope is extinguished; and it has grown to me intolerable longer to remain in sight of that treasure for which I cannot cease to wish, and which I never can possess.

I've grown, Madam, to detest the place.' Aunt Becky, with her head very high, adjusted in silence, the two China mandarins on the mantelpiece--first, one very carefully, then the other.
And there was a pause, during which one of the lap-dogs screamed; and the monkey, who had boxed his ears, jumped, with a ringing of his chain, chattering, on the back of the arm-chair in which the grim suitor sat.
Mr.Dangerfield would have given the brute a slap in the face, but that he knew how that would affect Miss Rebecca Chattesworth.
'So, Madam,' said he, standing up abruptly, 'I am here to thank you most gratefully for the countenance given to my poor suit, which, here and now, at last and for ever, I forego.


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