I don't much admire your taste, my dear, because he‘s a hundred and fifty years old; — and what there is of… — Anthony Trollope
I don't much admire your taste, my dear, because he‘s a hundred and fifty years old; — and what there is of him comes chiefly from the tailor.
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No doubt there were other first cousins as badly off, or perhaps worse, as to whom the Duchess would care nothing whether they were rich or poor, — married or single; but then they were first cousins who had not had the advantage of interesting the Duchess.
“Isn‘t there some trouble about money?”
“They wouldn‘t be very rich, Duchess.”
“What a blessing for them! But then, perhaps, they‘d be very poor.”
“They would be rather poor.”
“Which is not a blessing.”
The natural man will probably be manly. The affected man cannot be so.
