Memoirs of an Old Wig (1815) by Fenton (Richard) (9780217019972)
Fenton (Richard) Release Date: 10 December 0140 Format: Paperback Pages: 54 Publisher: General Books ISBN: 9780217019972 ISBN-10: 0217019978
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: leave it behind, as before I should be able to call again, this flashy merchant, like his neighbours, might commit an act of bankruptcy and have absconded, I therefore took it with me, though at the hazard of it's giving my scanty skirted coat a very awkward and suspicious projection, suffering it to occupy the whole of one pocket, my white cambric engrossing the other. Neither the beauty of my hostess, the luxury of the table, nor the gaiety of a masqued ball, could divert my thoughts from my new purchase, which I felt as if on my head, and longed to examine, as well as to escape from the more prying eyes of some of the company, which seemed often to glance very significantly at the unaccountable excrescence on my left side, whilst two or three noses, with a sense more exquisitely delicate, whenever I approached, were turned up, as if there was something about me that tainted the ambient air, and which, to speak the truthj my own blunter sense acknow chapter{Section 4ledged, whenever I happened to give the smallest ventilation to my wig box. I soon availed myself of an influx of company to slip away, impatient to return to my chambers and ransack my treasure. On carefully inspecting the caxon, I perceived that it often had been added to,. altered, and vamped, with cawl upon cawl, and so many tiers of curls, that in some, papers still remained, which might have preserved them in buckle for half a century. I then' flew to the paper transferred with it; yet this only gave me its history since it came into the possession of the last owner. But on still closer inspection, and probing to the quick, under a serjeant-at-law's patch, since covered over with hair, and between it and the crown of the cawl, I felt something like folds of paper quilted in, which, on opening, I found ...