] "Bless my soul! why, he's the
man-"
"-mandragora
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday!"
here roared our Climax just in my ear, and shaking his fist in my face
all the time, in a way that I couldn't stand, and I wouldn't. I left
the Misses Cognoscenti immediately, went behind the scenes
forthwith, and gave the beggarly scoundrel such a thrashing as I trust
he will remember till the day of his death.
At the soiree of the lovely widow, Mrs. Kathleen O'Trump, I was
confident that I should meet with no similar disappointment.
Accordingly, I was no sooner seated at the card-table, with my
pretty hostess for a vis-a-vis, than I propounded those questions
the solution of which had become a matter so essential to my peace.
"Smith!" said my partner, "why, not General John A. B. C.? Horrid
affair that, wasn't it?- diamonds did you say?- terrible wretches
those Kickapoos!- we are playing whist, if you please, Mr. Tattle-
however, this is the age of invention, most certainly the age, one may
say- the age par excellence- speak French?- oh, quite a hero-
perfect desperado!- no hearts, Mr.
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