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as God made for it--theas Prue, and who so nervous, for

her sake, as Black George, very evidently clasping her hand under

the table, and bidding her never to mind--as he was content, and

never to put herself out over such as hi his bead between her hands,

kissed him--not once, or twice, but three tilea Pots and

Pans! can ye any longer glealitter and twinkle in doubt?

Alas! I trow not Therefore it is only natural and to be

expected that beneath your outward polish lurk black and bitter

feelings against this curly-headed giant, and a bloodthirsty

desire for vengeance If so, then one and all of you have, at

least, the good feeling not to show it, a behavior worthy of

gentleentlemen?--fie! rather let it be

said--of pots and pans