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he not imagine, rather than that we are scampering about the country for holiday recreation, and have come ten miles out of our way to see him.

You are somewhat hard upon him, methinks. Some events of his youth unhappily gave him a bad opinion of mankind; for myself, I never found him suspicious.

If he thought you had wit enough to deceive him, it might be otherwise. You may thank your poetry, my dear Thornhill, for his confidence.

Nay, spare me, dear Brightly; else I shall suppose thou art a poet thyself, under the rose, and canst not brook a rival. See that urchin in the garden; he has broken a pane of the window, and is running away.

He sha'n't escape, however. (Opens the window, runs after him, and returns dragging in by the collar). You need not struggle