nity, faid I, looking quietly in her eyes, that I expected-She was going to fay fomething civil in return-but the lad came into the fhop with the gloves A propos, faid I; I want a couple of pair myfelf.

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HE beautiful Griffet rofe up when

I faid this, and going behind the counter, reached down a parcel and untied it: I advanced to the fide over against her: they were all too large. The beautiful Griffet measured them one by one across my hand-It would not alter the dimenfions-She begged I would try a fingle pair, which feemed to be the least -She held it open-my hand flipped into it at once-It will not do, faid I, fhaking No, faid fhe, do

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THERE are certain combined looks of fimple fubtlety-where whim, and fenfe, and seriousness, and nonsense, are fo blended, that all the language of Babel. fet loofe together could not express them -they are communicated and caught fo inftantaneously, that you can scarce fay which party is the infecter. I leave it to your men of words, to fwell pages about it it is enough in the present to fay again, the gloves would not do; fo folding our hands within our arms, we both loll'd upon the counterit was narrow, and there was just room for the parcel to ly between us..

THE beautiful Griffet looked fometimes at the gloves, then fideways to the window, then at the gloves and then at me. I was not difpofed to break filence I followed her example: so I looked at the gloves, then to the window,

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then at the gloves, and then at her and fo on alternately.

I FOUND I loft confiderably in every `attack-fhe had a quick black eye, and fhot through two fuch long and filken eye-lashes with fuch penetration, that The looked into my very heart and reins -It may feem ftrange, but I could actually feel fhe did.

IT is no matter, faid I, taking up a couple of the pairs next me, and putting them into my pocket.

I WAS fenfible the beautiful Griffet. had not asked above a single livre above the price-I wished she had atked a livre more, and was puzzling my brains how to bring the matter about-Do you think, my dear Sir, faid fhe, mistaking my embarraffment, that I could afk a fous too. much of a stranger and of a ftranger

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you

whose politenefs, more than his want of gloves, has done me the honour to lay himself at my mercy?- -M'en croyez capable? Faith! not I, faid I: and if were, you are welcome-So counting the money into her hand, and with a lower bow than one generally makes to a fhopkeeper's wife, I went out, and her lad with his parcel followed me..

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HERE was no body in the box I was let into but a kindly old French officer. I loved the character, not only because I honour the man whofe manners are foftened by a profeffion which makes bad men worfe; but that I once knew one-for he is no more-and why should I not rescue one page from violation by writing his name in it, and telling the world it was Captain Tobias Shandy, the deareft of my flock and friends whofe philanthropy I never think of at this long distance from his death——————but For his my eyes gufh out with tears. fake, I have a predilection for the whole corps of veterans; and fo I ftrode over the two back rows of benches, and placed myfelf befide him.

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