Woffington as in
the rest of her sex; she had not one grain of it. When she was not in her
tantrums, the mischievous imp was as sacred from check or remonstrance as
a monkey or a lap-dog; and several female servants left the house on his
account.
But Nemesis overtook him in the way we have hinted, and it put his little
black pipe out.
The lady had taken him out of great humanity; he was fed like a
game-cock, and dressed like a Barbaric prince; and once when he was ill
his mistress watched him, and nursed him, and tended him with the same
white hand that plied the obnoxious whip; and when he died, she alone
withheld her consent from his burial, and this gave him a chance black
boys never get, and he came to again; but still these tarnation lickings
"stuck in him gizzard." So when Sir Charles's agent proposed to him
certain silver coins, cheap at a little treachery, the ebony ape grinned
till he turned half ivory, and became a spy in the house of his mistress.
The reader will have gathered that the good Sir Charles had been quietly
in London some hours before he announced himself as _paulo post futurum._
Diamond cut diamond; a diplomat stole this march upon an actress, and
took her black pawn. One for Pomander! (Gun.)
CHAPTER IV.
TRIPLET, the Cerberus of art, who had the first bark in this legend, and
has since been out of hearing, ran from Lambeth to Covent Garden, on
receipt of Mr.
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