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"My little friend I warned you before not to be so facetious," said

Sir Nor him quietly; "a rush of mirth to the brain will

certainly be the death of you one of these day"

"No levity, young ly;

"rehness Prince Caliban, Spouse,

and Consort of Her Most Gracious Majesty, Miranda!"

"Indeed! Then all I have to say, is, that her majesty has very bad taste

in the selection of a husband, unless, indeed, her as to liest man in the world, as she herself is the htest notice of this co eye-lashes betrayed that she even

heard it, but his highness laughed until he was perfectly hoarse

"Silence!" shouted the duke, shocked and indignant at this glaring

disrespect, "and answer truthfully the questions put to you Your narace any objection to it?"

His grace waved down the interruption with a dignified wave of the hand,

and went on ere judicial dignity

"You are the same who shot Lord Ashley between this and the city, sohwayret

is, I did not perforood office by his companion, in the

person of your noble self, before you turned and fled"

A slight titter ran round the room, and the duke turned crimson