Jones. First, from two lovely blue eyes, whose
bright orbs flashed lightning at their discharge, flew off two
pointed ogles; but, happily for our hero, hit only a vast piece of
beef, which he was then conveying into his plate. The fair warrior
perceived their miscarriage, and immediately from her fair bosom
drew forth a deadly sigh; a sigh, which none could have heard
unmoved, and which was sufficient at once to have swept off a dozen
beaux--so soft, so sweet, so tender, that the insinuating air must
have found its subtle way to the heart of our hero, had it not
luckily been driven from his ears by the coarse bubbling of some
bottled ale which at that time he was pouring forth. Many other
weapons did she essay; but the god of eating (if there be any such
deity) preserved his votary; or, perhaps, the security of Jones may
be accounted for by natural means, for, as love frequently
preserves from the attacks of hunger, so may hunger possibly, in
some cases, defend us against love. No sooner was the cloth
removed, than she again began her operations. First, having planted
her right eye sideways against Mr. Jones, she shot from its corner
a most penetrating glance, which, though great part of its force
was spent before it reached our hero, did not vent itself without
effect.
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