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We declared that we were deeply interested. The Professor went UGG Boots Clearance on :
`In his hand, the golden Papa has a letter; and after he has made his excuse for disturbing us in our Infernal Region with the common mortal Business of the house, he addresses himself to the three young Misses, and begins, as you English begin everything in this blessed world that you have to say, with a great O. ``O, my dears,'' says the mighty merchant, ``I have got here a letter from my friend, Mr --'' (the name has slipped out of my mind; but no matter; we shall come back to that; yes, yes -- right-all-right). So the Papa says, ``I have got a letter from my friend, the Mister; and he wants a recommend from me, of a drawing-master, to go down to his house in the country.'' My-soul-bless-my-soul! when I heard the golden Papa say those words, if I had been big enough to reach up to him, I should have put my arms round his neck, and pressed him to my UGG Boots Clearance bosom in a long and grateful hug! As it was, I only bounced upon my chair. My seat was on thorns, and my soul was on fire to speak; but I held my tongue, and let Papa go on. ``Perhaps you know,'' says this good man of money, twiddling his friend's letter this way and that, in his golden fingers and thumbs, ``perhaps you know, my dears, of a drawing-master that I can recommend?'' The three young Misses all look at each other, and then say (with the indispensable great O to begin) ``O, dear no, Papa! But here is Mr Pesca --'' At the mention of myself I can hold no longer -- the thought of you, my good dears, mounts like blood to my head -- I start from my seat, as if a spike had grown up from the ground through the bottom of my chair -- I address myself to the mighty merchant, and I say (English phrase), ``Dear sir, I have the man! UGGS Clearance The first and foremost drawing-master of the world! Recommend him by the post tonight, and send him off, bag and baggage (English phrase again -- ha!), send him off, bag and baggage, by the train tomorrow!'' ``Stop, stop,'' says Papa; ``is he a foreigner, or an Englishman?'' ``English to the bone of his hack,'' I answer. ``Respectable?'' says Papa. ``Sir,'' I say (for this last question of his outrages me, and I have done being familiar with him) -- ``Sir! the immortal fire of genius burns in this Englishman's bosom, and, what is more, his father had it before him!'' ``Never mind,'' says the golden barbarian of a Papa, ``never mind about his genius, Mr. Pesca. We don't want genius in this country, unless it is accompanied by respectability -- and then we are very glad to have it, very glad indeed. Can your friend produce testimonials -- letters that speak to his character?'' I wave my hand negligently. ``Letters?'' I say. ``Ha! my-soul-bless-my-soul! I should think so, UGG Boots Clearance indeed! Volumes of letters and portfolios of testimonials, if you like!'' ``One or two will do,'' says this man of phlegm and money. ``Let him send them to me, with his name and address. And -- stop, stop, Mr Pesca -- before you go to your friend, you had better take a note.'' ``Bank-note!'' I say, indignantly. ``No bank-note, if you please, till my brave Englishman has earned it first.'' ``Bank-note!'' says Papa, in a great surprise, ``who talked of bank-note? I mean a note of the terms -- a memorandum of what he is expected to do. Go on with your lesson, Mr Pesca, and I will give you the necessary extract from my friend's letter.'' Down sits the man of merchandise and money to his pen, ink, and paper; and down I go once again into the Hell of Dante, with my three young Misses after me. In ten minutes' time the note is written, and the boots of Papa are creaking themselves away in the UGGS clearance passage outside. From that moment, on my faith, and soul, and honour, I know nothing more! The glorious thought that I have caught my opportunity at last, and that my grateful service for my dearest friend in the world is as good as done already, flies up into my head and makes me drunk. How I pull my young Misses and myself out of our Infernal Region again, how my other business is done afterwards, how my little bit of dinner slides itself down my throat, I know no more than a man in the moon. Enough for me, that here I am, with the mighty merchant's note in my hand, as large as life, as hot as fire, and as happy as a king! Ha! ha! ha! right-right-right-all-right!' Here the Professor waved the memorandum of terms over his head, and ended his long and voluble narrative with his shrill Italian parody on an English cheer.