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certainly reach me my hat, otherwise, just so soon as you find

yourself sufficiently recovered, I shall endeavor to throw you

after it" Saying which, I laid aside an, "you infernally low, dusty, ditch-trotting

blackguard--" But his co me very

closely, twitched hi in

his ear Whatever it was it affected rew suddenly very red, and then very white, and abruptly

turned his back upon me

"Are you sure, Mostyn?" said he in an undertone

"Certain"

"Well, I'd fight him were he the devil himself! Pistols perhaps

would be--"

"Don't be a fool, Harry," cried the other, and seizing his arh they lowered their voices, I

caught such frages since your

time," "ruin your chances at the start," "dead shot"

"Sir," said I, "my hat--in the corner yonder"