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Here swayed theyouth and

rosy maiden, enarian, Mr Bodeffer, shaking on cane and the shoulder of posterity;

here waddled Mr Snoddy, who had hurried through the ani the elephant; here marched sturdy yeomen and stout wives; here

caood Willia out warily with the white of his eye

for Mr Martin, and determined not to sit within a hundred yards of him;

here rolled in the orbit of habit the bacchanal, Mr Wilkerson, who

politely answered in kind all the uncouth roarings and guttural

ejaculations of jungle and fen that cahtest hearts the population of Carlow and part of A fa and rejuvenated, shorn of depression, paused in front of the

"reserve" seats, with Mrs Bardlock on his arentleman on a tier about the level of Jim's head: "How are ye? I reckon

ere a little too s, huh?" Five or six

hundred people--every one within hearing--fued in conversation with a lady and did not

notice

"Hi! Hi, there! Say! Mr Harkless!" bellowed Jim, informally The people

turned to look at Harkless His attention was arrested and his cheek grew