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Where is he hid?

His present hiding-place Is in the garden loft, our common lair; [Blandly. But let me beg you not to seek him there; Give him a breathing time!

Well, good: the grace Will not be long, tho'.

Nay, be generous! Ten minutes,—then begin the game again. He has an English sermon on the brain.

An English—?

O you laugh! You're fooling us!

I'm in grim earnest. 'Tis his fixed intention To take a charge among the emigrants, And therefore—

Heavens, he had the face to mention That mad idea?

O quick—fetch all the aunts! Anna, her mother, Mrs. Strawman too.