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Rh and they stand for one delirious moment wreathed in each other's embraces—

"Ho, you there! fetch us a pint of gin! and look sharp, will you!"

But, dear Vanity, I can see that you are impatient of scenes whose luxuries steal, spite of yourself, too deep into your soul; besides, I dread the effect of such warm situations on a certain Zuleika to whom the note of Ali Baba is like the thrice-distilled strains of the bulbul on Bendemeer's stream. So let us electrify ourselves back to prose and propriety by thinking of the Political Agent. Let us plunge