" "Don't mind us, Ma'am," said Mr. It'll be advertised to-morrow. “It spreads like wildfire. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. Quarter-staves, bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered; and, to judge from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must have been tapped pretty freely. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. I've bumped into so much of the underside that I can't see clean any more.
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