Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes Unplagu’d with corns, will have a bout with you: Aha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, I’ll swear hath corns; am I come near you now? You are welcome, gentlemen!--Come, musicians, A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls! The events of the last chapter, combined with Lady Latimer’s rather deliberate devoirs at her dressing-table, had so much postponed her arrival, that by the time she entered the room, the ball was at its zenith. For two hours previously had the motley assemblage been collecting; and various as the character and rank of the company, had been their modes of arrival.…
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