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And, in this an toitself into a battered hat Inch by

inch it rose up over the -ledge--the dusty crown--the frayed

band--the curly bri

by reason of its round, black eyes and the untamable ferocity of its

whiskers Hereupon, with its chin resting upon the -sill, the

head gently shook itself to and fro, sighed, and thereafter

pronounced these words: Devilish pale! Deuced thin! But hi! With

Fortune eager to dower him with all the treasures of her cornucopia,

and Beauty waiting for hiratulations, Beverley, glad of it, my dear fellow,

you deserve it all and ht!

But, as for me--you behold the last of lonely S Poor Barry--ards, sir--my bourne is the far Americas,

Beverley

"Ah, Mr Slad to see

you--very glad But what do youhis head and sighing again,

"on account of the lao, the Bow Street

Runners have assiduously chivvied me from pillar to post and from

perch to perch, dammem! Had a notion to slip over to France, but the

French will insist on talking their accursed French at one, so I've

decided for Ao