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"Good by, dear Joe!--No, don't wipe it off--for God's sake, give me your

blackened hand!--I shall be down soon and often"

"Never too soon, sir," said Joe, "and never too often, Pip!"

Biddy aiting forof new ave her ry, but I am hurt"

"No, don't be hurt," she pleaded quite pathetically; "let only enerous"

Onceas I walked away If they disclosed to

me, as I suspect they did, that I should not coht, all I can say is,--they were quite right too