." "I suppose by talking of your four children you wish to check me for having none," said Mrs.Chikno, bursting into tears; "if I have no children, sister, it is no fault of mine, it is--but why do I call you sister," said she angrily, "you are no sister of mine, you are a grasni, a regular mare--a pretty sister, indeed, ashamed of your own language.

I remember well that by your high-flying notions you drove your own mother.

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." "We will drop it," said Mrs.Petulengro; "I do not wish to raise my voice, and to make myself ridiculous.

Young gentleman," said she, "pray present my compliments to Miss Isopel Berners, and inform her that I am very sorry that I cannot accept her polite invitation.