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Rowson, Mrs., 1762-1824 [1793], The inquisitor, or, Invisible rambler, volume 3 (William Gibbons, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf324v3].
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The PEOPLE of FASHION.

I chose to make this vi&longs;it invi&longs;ible, that I
might be the better able to judge of the &longs;entiments
and di&longs;po&longs;ition of his Lord&longs;hip.

Having got admittance into the hou&longs;e unperceived,
I followed a &longs;ervant who was going up

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&longs;lairs with the breakfa&longs;t apparatus, though it was
then 1 o'clock.

On entering a room, I &longs;aw a woman in an elegant
di&longs;habille, lolling on a &longs;opha, and turning over
an enormous heap of complimentary cards—She
was between forty and fifty—was finely formed,
and had once been hand&longs;ome, if one might judge
from a regular &longs;et of features; but at pre&longs;ent her
&longs;kin was &longs;hrivelled and yellow, her eyes &longs;unk and
languid.

Thomas, &longs;aid &longs;he to the &longs;ervant, is my Lord
&longs;tirring?

Yes, my Lady.

Go with my compliments, and I &longs;hould be glad
of his company to breakfa&longs;t.

In a few moments my Lord entered, threw himself
into an ea&longs;y chair, yawned, and drawled out
the compliments of the morning.

Where were you, my Lord, la&longs;t night? I was
quite &longs;urpri&longs;ed at not &longs;eeing you at Lady Blackace's—
all the world was there.

It is quite a bore, my Lady, to &longs;ee a man and
his wife at the &longs;ame place.

Very true, my Lord; but had your Lord&longs;hip
appeared I &longs;hould certainly have been &longs;o polite as
to have made my exit.—A propos, my Lord—I
wonder what has become of that fond fool, Charles
Howard, and how he and I &longs;abella like matrimony
with the &longs;our &longs;auce of poverty—Good God!
continued &longs;he, I wonder how any body can think
of &longs;wallowing that bitter pill without having it sufficiently
gilded over.

A &longs;ervant entered, and announced Mr. Howard.

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Mr. Howard! cried my Lady, &longs;taring up with
a&longs;toni&longs;hment, &longs;urely you mi&longs;take; my brother has
been dead above the&longs;e &longs;even years; and Charles
cannot think of coming.

The gentleman certainly &longs;ent up the name of
Howard, &longs;aid the &longs;ervant.

He was bid to &longs;hew him up.

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Rowson, Mrs., 1762-1824 [1793], The inquisitor, or, Invisible rambler, volume 3 (William Gibbons, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf324v3].
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