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 "What note, my pretty lady?"

"That which you were so obliging as to undertake delivering for me to Miss Arbe?"

He stared and looked amazed, repeating, "Note?—what note?" but when, at last, she succeeded in making him recollect the circumstance, his countenance fell, and leaning against the back of his chair, while his stick, and a parcel which he held under his arm, dropt to the ground: "I am frighted to death," he cried, "for fear it's that I tore last night, to light my little lamp!"

Then, emptying every thing out of his pockets; "I can soon tell, however," he continued, "because I put t'other half back, very carefully; determining to examine what it was in the morning; for I was surprised to find a folded note in my pocket: but I thought of it no more, afterwards, from that time to this."

Collecting, then, the fragments; "Here," he continued, "is what is left.—"