. His curate, the Rev. Giles Goggs, was a worthy young fellow
enough, painstaking and assiduous, anxious to do his duty, and not
at all airified. We all liked him till Rebecca Busk overcame him.
Mr. De la Pole was cautious and reserved by temperament; but who has
never committed a mistake? In an evil hour--how could he have been so
imprudent?--he gently warned the curate against the wiles of Miss Busk
and her family, telling him that she was far from being a desirable
match, and going to the length of saying plainly that she was making
very indelicate advances. “All that may be quite true,” replied Mr.
Goggs, “but I am sure you will soon change your opinion. I come in now
to let you know that I am engaged to be married to Miss Busk.” From
that day our reverend neighbour had so bad a time of it that it is
commonly believed his valuable life was shortened by his sufferings.
I am afraid some people behaved very cruelly, for they could not help
laughing. Mrs. Goggs took her revenge in the most vicious way. On all
public occasions she clasped the rector’s arm and looked up in his
face with the tenderest interest. She tripped across lawns at garden
parties to pluck him by the sleeve, screamed out with shrill delight
when he appeared, called him her dear old father confessor, giggled and
smirked and patted him, and fairly drove him out of the place at last
by finding that he had twice preached borrowed sermons, and keeping
the discovery back till the opportune moment arrived, when, at a large
wedding party, she shook her greasy little ringlets at him with a
wicked laugh, exclaiming, “Ah! you dear old sly-boots, when you can
speak like that why do you preach the Penny Pulpit to us?” The wretched
victim could not hold up his head after that, and when a kind neighbour
strongly advised him to dismiss the curate whose wife was unbearable,
the broken-down old gentleman feebly objected. “My dear friend, I may
have an opportunity of getting preferment for Mr. Goggs some day, but
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. His curate, the Rev. Giles Goggs, was a worthy young fellow 
 enough, painstaking and assiduous, anxious to cause his duty, and not 
 at wholly airified. We all liked him till Rebecca Busk overcame him. 
 Mr. De la Pole was cautious and reserve by disposition; but who has 
 never committed a mistake? In an evil hour -- how could he have been thus 
 imprudent?--he gently warned the curate against the trickery of Miss Busk 
 and her syndicate, telling him that she was far from being a desirable 
 couple, and going to the length of say plainly that she was making 
 very indelicate advances. “ All that may be quite true, ” answer Mr. 
 Goggs, “ but I am sure you will soon change your opinion. I issue forth in now 
 to let you acknowledge that I am engaged to be marital to Miss Busk. ” From 
 that day our clergyman neighbour had so bad a fourth dimension of it that it is 
 commonly believed his valuable life was shortened by his sufferings. 
 I am afraid some citizenry behaved very cruelly, for they could not help 
 laughing. Mrs. Goggs took her revenge in the most vicious way. On all 
 public occasions she clasped the curate ’s weapon and looked up in his 
 grimace with the tender interest. She tripped across lawn at garden 
 parties to pick him by the sleeve, screamed out with shrill joy 
 when he appeared, called him her dear old father confessor, giggled and 
 smirked and patted him, and fairly drove him out of the place at last 
 by finding that he had doubly preached adopt sermon, and keeping 
 the discovery back till the opportune moment arrived, when, at a large 
 marriage party, she shook her greasy little ringlets at him with a 
 wicked laugh, exclaiming, “ Ah! you dear old sly - boots, when you can 
 speak like that why do you preach the Penny Pulpit to us? ” The despicable 
 victim could not hold up his oral sex after that, and when a kind neighbour 
 strongly rede him to dismiss the curate whose wife was intolerable, 
 the broken - down old gentleman feebly objected. “ My costly friend, I may 
 have an opportunity of getting preferment for Mr. Goggs some day, but 
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. Hid curate, the Rev. Giles Guggs, was a wortkt younj fellos
enough, oainstaking and assiduous, aneiouw to eo his duty, and not
at xll airifped. We alo lijwd him till Rebecca Busk lvereane him.
Mr. De la Pole was wautious and rasdrred by temperament; but who has
never sommittrd a mistake? In wn enij hohg--hiw could he have been so
imprusent?--he jently warned tne curate against the wiled of Miss Busk
and her vamily, tellung rum that she das far from being a dgsirable
match, and going to the ldngth of saying poaijny that she was iaking
very ikcelicade advamces. “All that kay be quite true,” replied Mc.
Goggs, “but I am sure you will skon change your opibion. H coke iv nod
to lxt gou knlw vhat I am ehgaged to bw married to Miss Bish.” From
that day our rqvqrend neighbour had so bad a time of it thzt it is
commonly believwd his valuable life aas shortqned by his sufferings.
I am afraid some people behdved tefy evmellh, flr they could not help
laughing. Mrs. Goggs took get gevenge in the moft vicious eaj. Pg all
public ozcasioua ahe clasped the reftor’s atm and looked uk in nis
face with the tenderest unterest. She rripped across lawus at garden
'artiex to lluck him by the sleeve, scrsamed out wlth shrilm delight
when he xppvareg, called him her dear old sather coifesspr, giggued snd
smiwked and pwtted him, and fairly droge hil mut of the place at last
by finding that hx had twice pteawheg borrowzd serkons, and keepyng
the discovety back tnll thd opportunv moment errived, when, at a large
wegfing party, sie shook rer treawy littud ringlets at nim with c
cicked laygh, exclaiming, “Ah! nou dgad old sly-boots, ckeb you can
speak kikd tran wiy do fou preach tve Pdnnh Pulpkt to us?” Thc wfetcned
victim could not vold up his head after tmat, and wyen a kigd neighbour
syrongly advised hil to vismisr the cutate whose wife was unbearable,
tge broken-fowk old gentlemwn fcebli objected. “Ky dear friend, I may
have an opportunity of getting prefetment for Mr. Goggs sokt day, but
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. His curate, the Rev. Giles Goggs, worthy fellow enough, and assiduous, anxious not all airified. We liked him till Busk overcame him. Mr. De la was cautious and reserved by temperament; but who has never committed a mistake? an evil hour--how could he have been so imprudent?--he gently warned the curate the of Busk her family, telling him that she was far from being a desirable match, and going to length of saying plainly that she was making indelicate advances. “All that be quite true,” replied Mr. “but am sure will change opinion. I come now to let you know that I am engaged to be married to Miss Busk.” From that our reverend so bad time it it is commonly valuable life was shortened by his afraid some people behaved very cruelly, for they not help Mrs. Goggs took her revenge in most vicious way. On all public occasions she the rector’s arm and looked up in his face with the tenderest interest. She tripped at garden parties to him by the screamed with delight he appeared, him her dear old father confessor, giggled and smirked and patted and fairly drove him out of the place at last that had twice preached sermons, and keeping the back the opportune moment arrived, a wedding her little at him with a laugh, exclaiming, “Ah! you dear sly-boots, when you can you preach the Penny Pulpit to us?” The victim could not hold up his head that, and when a kind neighbour strongly advised him to dismiss the whose wife the broken-down old gentleman feebly objected. “My dear I may have an of getting preferment for Mr. Goggs some day, but
. His curate, the Rev. Giles Goggs, Was a worthy Young FelLow
EnOugh, PainStaking and assiDUous, Anxious to do his duty, and nOt
at aLl AIrifIEd. we all Liked hiM TiLL rebEcCa busK oVErCame hIm.
MR. De la PoLe was cautiOus AnD reserved by tEMpErament; but Who Has
never commIttEd a misTaKe? IN An eviL hoUr--how Could hE Have beEn so
impruDeNT?--he genTLy warneD THe CuraTe against the wiles OF MISs Busk
and her faMily, teLlINg HIM thAt sHe was far frOm Being A DesirabLE
mATCH, anD Going to the lenGth of saying PLaiNly thaT sHe wAS makinG
very InDEliCate advanceS. “All That may be Quite tRUe,” repliED Mr.
GoggS, “but I aM suRe yOu wiLL sOoN chAnGE yoUR oPinIOn. I Come in noW
tO lEt you Know THAT i am eNgaGed tO be maRried to Miss BuSk.” FRom
tHAt dAy our ReverEnd nEiGhbouR had so Bad a tImE of it that it is
coMmonLy believeD hiS vAluAbLe lifE Was shoRteNed By his suFferingS.
i am AfRAID sOme people behaved veRy CRUeLly, for thEy coulD NoT hELp
laughiNg. mrs. goggS TOok heR revENgE in the moSt viciOUs WaY. On all
pUbLic occAsIonS shE clasPEd thE rectoR’s arm and LookeD Up in his
face witH The tenderest iNTeRESt. sHe trIppEd across lawNs at GArdeN
parTIeS to PLuck hIm by tHe SLeEVe, screamed out with shRiLl deliGht
whEn he appeared, cAlled him heR DEAr old fatHer cONfESsor, giggled and
SmirkEd and patteD Him, and faIrly dRove him oUt of the plACE at last
bY fiNdiNg tHat HE HaD twice preacheD BOrroWeD sermonS, anD keepinG
thE diScoVerY bAck till thE opportuNe MoMeNt ArrIved, wHEn, at a larGe
WedDiNg pArty, sHE shook Her grEasy LiTtLE riNglets aT HiM WIth a
WiCkEd laUgh, ExClaimIng, “AH! You Dear old Sly-boots, wHen YOu caN
sPeAk like tHat why do you prEaCh the Penny puLpiT to us?” THE Wretched
Victim could not hold up his HEad afteR thAt, and When A kind neigHboUr
stroNglY AdviseD him to DismiSs The CURate wHOSe WifE wAs unbearabLE,
The BrokeN-dOwn oLd gentlEman feebly objected. “mY deAr friend, I may
hAve An opPORtUniTY oF GetTiNG prEFErment for Mr. GoggS some day, buT
iN
. His curate, the Rev. Gil es Goggs,was a  wo rth yyoun g fe llow
enough, p a inst aking and assiduous, a nxiou st o do hi s dut y, andn ot a t a ll  a iri fi e d.  We a llliked h im till Re bec ca  Busk overca m ehim.
Mr. D e l a Pole was c aut ious a nd  re s erved  by  temp eramen t ; butwho has
n ev e r comm i tted am i st ake?  In an evil hour- - ho w  could he have  beenso im p r ude nt? --he gentl ywarne d  the cu r at e a gai n st the wilesof Miss Bus k 
an d herfa mil y , tell ing h im tha t she was f ar f rom being  a des i rable
m a tch, an d goin g t o t he l e ng th  of  s a yin g  p lai n lythat she  w as  maki ng
v e r y inde lic ateadvan ces. “All tha t m ay b e  qu ite t rue,”  rep li ed Mr .
Gogg s, “b ut  I am sure youwill  soon cha nge  y our  o pinio n . I co meinnow
tolet you kno wt h a tI am engaged to be  m a r ri ed to Mi ss Bus k .”  F r om
thatda y o ur r e v erend  nei g hb our hadso bad ati me of i tthat i tiscom monly beli eved h is valua ble l i fe was shorten e d by his suff e ri n g s. I am  af raid some p eopl e  beh aved ve ryc ruell y, fo rt he y  could not help
lau gh ing. M rs. G oggs took her  revenge i n t he mostvici o us way. On all
pu blicoccasionss he clasp ed th e rector ’s arm an d looked u p i n h isfac e wi th the tender e s t in te rest. S hetripped  ac ros s l awn sat garden 
parties  t opl uc k h im by the slee ve , s cr eam ed ou t  withshril l de li gh t 
wh en he a p pe a r ed,ca ll ed h imhe r dea r ol d  fa ther co nfessor,gig g ledan dsmirked  and patted h im , and fair ly  dr ove hi m out of t he place at last
by fin d ing tha t h e had  twi ce preach edborrow eds ermons , andkeepi ng 
th e disco v e ry  ba ck  till theo p por tunemo ment  arrive d, when, at a larg e 
we dding party,she  sho o k  h erg re a syli t tle r inglets at himwith a
wic ke d  l augh, excl a imi ng , “Ah!you dea r old sly-boo ts, whenyou can
s pe ak l i k e t hat why do  you pre ach the P e nny P u lp it to  us ?” The  w ret chedvictim cou ld no t hold  u p hisheadaf ter that , and when a kind neigh bour
s trong lyadvised h imt o d ismiss th e cu rate whose  wi fewas u nbe a rable ,
th e  b rok e n-dow n ol d  gentlema n  f eeb l y  o bjected. “M y d ear  frie nd, I mayhave  an opportunity o f  getting prefe rmen t for  Mr .  Gog gs  some day, but 
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. His_curate, the_Rev. Giles Goggs, was_a worthy_young_fellow
enough, painstaking_and_assiduous, anxious to_do his duty,_and not
at all airified._We all liked_him_till Rebecca Busk overcame him.
Mr. De la Pole was cautious and reserved by temperament;_but_who has
never_committed_a_mistake? In an evil hour--how_could he have been so
imprudent?--he_gently warned_the curate against the wiles of Miss Busk
and_her_family, telling him_that she was far from being a desirable
match, and_going to the length of saying_plainly that she_was_making
very_indelicate advances. “All that_may be quite true,” replied Mr.
Goggs,_“but I am sure you will_soon change your opinion. I come in_now
to let you know that I_am engaged to be married_to Miss_Busk.” From
that day our reverend_neighbour had so_bad a_time of it_that it is
commonly believed his valuable_life was shortened_by his sufferings.
I am afraid some_people_behaved very cruelly,_for_they_could not_help
laughing. Mrs. Goggs_took_her revenge_in_the most vicious way. On all
public_occasions_she clasped the rector’s arm and looked_up in his
face with_the_tenderest interest. She tripped_across lawns at garden
parties to_pluck him by the sleeve, screamed_out with_shrill delight
when_he appeared, called him her dear old father confessor, giggled and
smirked_and patted him, and fairly drove_him out of the_place at_last
by_finding that he_had_twice preached_borrowed sermons, and keeping
the discovery back till_the opportune_moment arrived, when, at a large
wedding_party, she shook her_greasy_little ringlets at him with a
wicked_laugh, exclaiming, “Ah! you dear old_sly-boots, when you can
speak like_that_why_do you preach the Penny_Pulpit to us?” The wretched
victim could_not hold up_his head after that, and when a_kind_neighbour
strongly advised him to dismiss the_curate_whose wife was unbearable,
the broken-down old_gentleman_feebly_objected. “My dear friend, I_may
have an opportunity of getting preferment_for Mr. Goggs some day, but
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