Peregrine's Progress

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"Nineteen to-day, is he!" said my uncle Jervas, viewing me languidly through his quizzing-glass. "How confoundedly the years flit! Nineteen—and on me soul, our poor youth looks as if he hadn\'t a single gentlemanly vice to bless himself with!" "Not one, Jervas, my boy," quoth my uncle George, shaking his comely head at me. "Not one, begad, and that\'s the dooce of it! It seems he don\'t swear, he don\'t drink, he don\'t gamble, he don\'t make love, he don\'t even—" "Don\'t, George," exclaimed my aunt Julia in her sternest tone, her handsome face flushed, her stately back very rigid. "Don\'t what, Julia?"