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 the bandbox, and pulled out a wig, which I even believe he had worn. 'There,' said he, 'as you are getting bald, is a very superior wig, made by—I forget the man’s name, but it was not Sugden.' The man could hardly contain himself, and was almost tempted to leave it in the hall as he went out. Did you ever hear of such meanness? Everybody who had to do with him was afraid of him. He was sure to get a horse, or a vis-à-vis, or a something, wherever he went, and never pay for them. He was a man without a heart, who had not one good quality about him. Doctor," cried Lady Hester, "I have been intimate with those who spent their time with him from morning to night, and they have told me that it was impossible for any person who knew him to think well of him.

"Look at his unfeeling conduct in deserting poor