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As ere thus conversing in a low tone while Old Barley's sustained

growl vibrated in the bea, the rooirl of twenty or so came

in with a basket in her hand: whom Herbert tenderly relieved of the

basket, and presented, blushing, as "Clara" She really was a ht have passed for a captive fairy, whore, Old Barley, had pressed into his service

"Look here," said Herbert, showing me the basket, with a compassionate

and tender smile, after we had talked a little; "here's poor Clara's

supper, served out every night Here's her allowance of bread, and

here's her slice of cheese, and here's her rum,--which I drink This

is Mr Barley's breakfast for to-morrow, served out to be cooked Two

mutton-chops, three potatoes, some split peas, a little flour, two

ounces of butter, a pinch of salt, and all this black pepper It's

stewed up together, and taken hot, and it's a nice thing for the gout, I

should think!"

There was soned way of