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9. CHAPTER IX
 (continued)    Kitty, a fair but frozen maid,Kindled a flame I yet deplore,
 The hood-wink'd boy I called to aid,
 Though of his near approach afraid,
 So fatal to my suit before.
 And that is all that I can recollect of it--but it is very clever
 all the way through.  But I think, my dear, you said you had got it." "Yes, papa, it is written out in our second page.  We copied it
 from the Elegant Extracts.  It was Garrick's, you know." "Aye, very true.--I wish I could recollect more of it.     Kitty, a fair but frozen maid. The name makes me think of poor Isabella; for she was very near
 being christened Catherine after her grandmama.  I hope we shall
 have her here next week.  Have you thought, my dear, where you
 shall put her--and what room there will be for the children?" "Oh! yes--she will have her own room, of course; the room she always
 has;--and there is the nursery for the children,--just as usual,
 you know.  Why should there be any change?" "I do not know, my dear--but it is so long since she was here!--not
 since last Easter, and then only for a few days.--Mr. John Knightley's
 being a lawyer is very inconvenient.--Poor Isabella!--she is sadly
 taken away from us all!--and how sorry she will be when she comes,
 not to see Miss Taylor here!" "She will not be surprized, papa, at least." "I do not know, my dear.  I am sure I was very much surprized
 when I first heard she was going to be married." "We must ask Mr. and Mrs. Weston to dine with us, while Isabella
 is here." "Yes, my dear, if there is time.--But--(in a very depressed tone)--she
 is coming for only one week.  There will not be time for any thing." |