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 do you know my son Jack? Then I dare say, sir, your name is Hamilton." "The very same, sir." "You are a wonderful favourite with our Jack; is he not, Maria?" but before Maria answered, and she was in no haste, the old gentleman, very unjustly imputing her silence to forgetfulness, with a view to refresh her memory said, "Don't you remember, girl, that when Jack used to be descanting on his friend, you would say to him, Don't talk so much to me, brother, about that Mr. Hamilton, so handsome, so brave, so witty, and so every thing; or you will make me in love with him by hearsay." This reminiscence, delivered by the mere undesigning frankness of an open and honest country gentleman, overspread Maria with blushes, the exact source of which she would have found it very difficult to define. Her father afterwards once or twice unintentionally added