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was the prescribed order, but they had settled to have a little
pressing on both sides, because it looked more natural. The
company being all ready, Miss Petowker hummed a tune, and
Morleena danced a dance; having previously had the soles of her
shoes chalked, with as much care as if she were going on the tight-
rope. It was a very beautiful figure, comprising a great deal of
work for the arms, and was received with unbounded applause.

‘If I was blessed with a--a child--’ said Miss Petowker,
blushing, ‘of such genius as that, I would have her out at the Opera

Mrs Kenwigs sighed, and looked at Mr Kenwigs, who shook his
head, and observed that he was doubtful about it.

‘Kenwigs is afraid,’ said Mrs K.
‘What of?’ inquired Miss Petowker, ‘not of her failing?’
‘Oh no,’ replied Mrs Kenwigs, ‘but if she grew up what she is
now,--only think of the young dukes and marquises.’

‘Very right,’ said the collector.
‘Still,’ submitted Miss Petowker, ‘if she took a proper pride in
herself, you know--’

‘There’s a good deal in that,’ observed Mrs Kenwigs, looking at
her husband.

‘I only know--’ faltered Miss Petowker,--’ it may be no rule to
be sure--but I have never found any inconvenience or
unpleasantness of that sort.’

Mr Kenwigs, with becoming gallantry, said that settled the
question at once, and that he would take the subject into his
serious consideration. This being resolved upon, Miss Petowker
was entreated to begin the Blood-Drinker’s Burial; to which end,
that young lady let down her back hair, and taking up her position

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