Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. He begged their attention for the next turn. Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain. " "A capital caricature that," remarked Thornhill, laughing. ‘I can’t tell you the times I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head.
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