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"You reen coat?"

"Yes Call hireen Haynes'--one of your second-rate, ultra

dandies Twig his vasty whiskers, will you! Takes his fellow hours

to curl 'ead!"

"How does he turn his head?" inquired Barnabas

"Never does,--can't! I lost a devilish lot to hio--crippledof my uncle--devilish

fond of him--alas"

"But o

on living after he's seventy, at least, it shows deuced bad

taste, I think--so thoughtless, y'know Hallo! why there's Ball

Hughes--driving the chocolate-colored coach, and got up like a

regular jarvey Devilish rich, y'know--call him 'The Golden

Ball'--deuce of a fellow! Pitch and toss, or whist at five pound

points, damme! Won small fortune froht too"

"And have you lost to him also?"

"Of course?"

"Do you ever win?"

"Oh, well--now and then, y'know, though I'enerally unlucky Must

have been under--Aldeboran, is it?--anyhow, soed by ill-luck froad! On the turf, in the

clubs and bells, even in the Peninsular!"

"So you fought in the Peninsular?"

"Oh, yes"

"And did you gamble there too?"

"Naturally--whenever I could"

"And did you lose?"

"Generally Everything's been against me, y'know--even hty-eighth, name of Crichton