Storms of applause, during which the plain, Quakerish-looking speaker subsided into her seat. As she did so, there might have been observed, under the flush of exultation which mantled her brow, a singular obliquity of the left eye! Ha! Etherial!
CHAPTER VIII.
INTRUSION.
’Tis he! I ken the manner of his gait—
He rises on the toe; that spirit of his
In aspiration lifts him from the earth.
Shakspeare.
A barren-spirited fellow! one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations.
Idem.
This is a slight, unmeritable man,