Petullo

"Alas, poor Orpheus! he returns to Thrace, where perhaps Madame Petullo may lead the ladies in tearing him to pieces!"

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Indeed, how could he? for Petullo the writer body is the only Drimdarroch there is to the fore, and he has a grieve in the place.

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"Te-he!" squeaked Petullo with an irritating falsetto.

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Petullo the writer, shrinking near the foot of the table in an adequate sense of his insignificance, almost choked himself by gulping the whole glass of wine at his lips in his confusion, and broke into a perspiration at the attention of the company thus drawn to him.

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Count Victor, at the other end of the room, listening to Petullo upon wines he was supposed to sell and whereof Petullo was supposed to be

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The Baron had retired to his own room in the rear of the castle, and they had begun to talk of the departure that was now fixed for a date made imminent through the pressure of Petullo.

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Something has been long troubling my father more than the degradation of the clans and all these law pleas that Petullo has now brought to the bitter end.

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"My twelve-hours is unusual sharp to-day," said Petullo, consulting a dumpy horologe out of his fob.

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And indeed Mrs. Petullo was far from happy, if her face betrayed her real feelings, as she shared the ignominy of the false position into which Petullo had compelled her.

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"What do you say, my dear?" cried out Petullo across the room, suspiciously.

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