Raise the Red Flag: Cholera in Colonial Manila
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It was not long after his return that I met the Duke at Warwick House a sad and somewhat stern-looking man with sunken eyes and bushy eyebrows, and, what was then seldom seen in England, a pair of mustaches. The demeanour of the uncle and niece were the very opposites. His, sedate and silent; hers, impulsive and voluble. He seemed well satisfied to be a listener, and to be much interested in the Princess's lively and careless prattle. On her part she almost worshipped him. Once, after a visit from the Duke, she improvised a mustache, swaggered up and down the room, then making a sudden stop, with arms akimbo, she uttered some German expletives which would probably have hardly borne a translation, and thus sought to give you her conception of
a " Black Bruiiswicker!"
Spencer's, &c, still at Bath. One night, at a ball, Lady G. S.* overcome with heat, fainted away, which of course made a little bustle. His (philosophical) Grace was at the other end of the room and ask'd " What's that?" they told him, and he replied with his usual demureness (alias dulness), "I thought the noise —was—among—the women."