"Don't interrupt me in my discourse; if I caught at a word now, I am not in the habit of doing so.
I am no conceited body; no newspaper Neddy; no pothouse witty person.

I was about to say, madam, that if the young rye asks you at any time for your word, you will do as you deem convenient; but I am sure you will oblige him by allowing me to braid your hair." "I shall not do it to oblige him," said Belle; "the young rye, as you call him, is nothing to me." "Well, then, to oblige me," said Mrs.Petulengro; "do allow me to become your poor tire-woman." "It is great nonsense," said Belle, reddening; "however, as you came to see me, and ask the matter as a particular favour to yourself.

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." "Thank you, madam," said Mrs.Petulengro, leading Belle to the stool; "please to sit down here.

Thank you; your hair is very beautiful, madam," she continued, as she proceeded to braid Belle's hair; "so is your countenance.