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he slipped his arirl's round waist There was the

sound of a kiss, athe door behind her, whereupon the languid gentleman

went back to his pimple

"Oh! as to that, Chester, I quarrel only with the cliland, and the devil sends the weather!"

"Selby," said Sir Jasper, in the same repressed tone that he had

used before and still without taking his eyes fro road, "there is no fairer

land, in all the world, than this England of ours; it were a good

thing to die--for England, but that is a happiness reserved for

coe,

fluttering sigh, and thrust his hands deeper into his pockets

"Die!" repeated the man Selby, in a loud, boisterous way "Who

talks of death?"

"Deuced unpleasant subject!" said the other, with a shrug at the

crackedso infernally cold and clammy about

it--like the weather"