Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet, weaving home bleary-eyed from his latest foray among the fleshpots and stews of Easton and St George, was most discomposed to find the foisted foundling to whom he had reconciled himself keeping company that late morning with his usurper. —
Easton, Hawksmoor Perroquet
“Why hello Papa,” replied Miss Isolde Perroquet, “Mr Corby sent up his card as it were, and since he is a respectable gentleman and I was at home, you see, I thought that I might with propriety receive him.” —
Isolde Acridotheres
Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet was on the point of upbraiding Miss Isolde Perroquet for her coquettishness, which grated most unpleasantly against his thumping head. Withal, he now found himself addressed by Mr Ian Corby, who had hitherto maintained on that swart frontage of his a most blandly complaisant demeanour, whilst the proceedings between parent and child played themselves out. —
Ian Corby
Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet, being seized with a black rage which was exacerbated by his hangover, but which he strove manfully to suppress, fetched up in response to this most fundamental of misapprehensions naught save the blandest of squawks. Now Mr Ian Corby in his turn sidled back along the branch, and requested of Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet that he would do him the honour of allowing him to seek his daughter’s claw in marriage under the Holy and Sanctified Law of Lex Matrimonia Avum. Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet muttered something under his breath - he knew not wot - about a blackguard taking every last thing that was dear to a fellow, which the others took for a joque and laughed at. —
Lex Matrimonia Avum
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