I shall make deva#39;lish work to-night in the lnrder, I a#39;promise you. Hard. ... (To him) Why really, zfir, as for supper I cana#39;t well tell. ... O no, fir, none in the least; yet I dona#39;t know how: our Bridget, the cook-maid, is not very communicative upon theseanbsp;...
|Title||:||The Poetical and Dramatic Writings of Oliver Goldsmith|