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"Neither," said Barnabas

"Why, then, we 'ave sohly esteeentlemen"

"No, thank you"

"On the other 'and--to suit 'umbler tastes, we 'ave,"--here the

waiter closed his eyes, sighed, and shook his head--"ale, sir,

likewise beer, s, thank you," said Barnabas; "and you will observe the door

is still where it was"

"Door, sir, yessir--oh, certainly, sir!" said he, and stalked out of

the room

Then Barnabas set a sheet of paper before hie Inn,

Borough

June 2, 18--

To VISCOUNT DEVENHAM, MY DEAR DICK,--I did not think to be asking favors

of you so soon, but--(here a blot)

"Confound it!" exclaian toquill But, in the lance out of the , he espied a

long-legged gentleman with a remarkably fierce pair of whiskers; he

wore a coat of ultra-fashionable cut, and stood with his booted legs

wide apart, staring up at the inn from under a curly-brimmed hat

But the hat had evidently seen better days, the coat was frayed at

seam and elbow, and the boots lacked polish; yet these s, knowing air,

and the untamable ferocity of his whiskers As Barnabas watched him,

he drew a letter froious flourish, and began to con it over Now, all at

once, Barnabas dropped knife and pen, thrust a hand into his own

breast and took thence a letter also, at sight of which he

straightway forgot the bewhiskered gentleman; for what he read was