[…] could be seen, — amidst a building so consecrated by recollections of the most hoary and ancestoral — the invulnerable fortress of stone […]
A few more minutes and I feared I’d start sounding like one of these tura-lura-lura motherfuckers myself.
Somebody quite as notorious as Brummell, but whose follies have been far more mischievous; whose eloquence is great, but certainly not always refined; and to whose health many a dandy of whisky has been tossed off.
He's a gullible mug – he believed her again.
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