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"Poor old Sling!" said the Viscount, leaning forward the better to

aire,

--poor old Sling! NoatchViscount Devenhah the air,

buried its point in the Captain's whisker, whereupon that warrior,

ently

a-snoring

"Talking about the Ogre--" began the Viscount

"You mean--Jasper Gaunt?" Barnabas inquired

"Precisely, dear fellow, and, talking of hi about downstairs,--a bristly being with

one eye, Bev?"

"Yes, Dick"

"Ha!" said the Viscount nodding, "and talking of hi to find myself

in--ha--huhtness,

Bev I iht of my father, which,--under the

circumstances was, I think, very natural--and filial, my dear fellow

I said to h

confoundedly Roman, is still my father, and, as such, owes certain

duties to his son, sacred duties, Bev, not to be lightly esteemed,

blinked, or set aside,--eh, Bev?"

"Undoubtedly!" said Barnabas