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sun was now terminating his diurnal course, and the lights were glittering on the festal board. When the ladies had retired, and the Burgundy had taken two or three tours of the table, the following conversation took place:

Push about the bottle. Mr Escot, it stands with you. No heeltaps. As to sky-light, liberty-hall.

Really, Squire Headlong, this is the vara neectar itsel. Ye hae saretainly deescovered the tarreestrial paradise, but it flows wi' a better leecor than milk an' honey.