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His name is John. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. That’s all about it. How perfectly charming. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. The danger or difficulty of an exploit never appalled him. She is chosen to learn magic. She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be acquainted. Gives you a right to hang on to the old man until he busts—practically. Good night!" "Well, if you won't be persuaded, and must have a boat, Owen," observed the landlord, "there's a waterman asleep on that bench will help you to as tidy a craft as any on the Thames. And what a noise they made! This is how I used to call them.
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