When he again spoke, his
voice had resumed all that rich melody and strength which I had
noticed upon our original introduction.
"D-n the vagabonds!" said he, in so clear a tone that I positively
started at the change, "D-n the vagabonds! they not only knocked in
the roof of my mouth, but took the trouble to cut off at least
seven-eighths of my tongue. There isn't Bonfanti's equal, however,
in America, for really good articles of this description. I can
recommend you to him with confidence," [here the General bowed,]
"and assure you that I have the greatest pleasure in so doing."
I acknowledged his kindness in my best manner, and took leave of him
at once, with a perfect understanding of the true state of affairs-
with a full comprehension of the mystery which had troubled me so
long. It was evident. It was a clear case. Brevet Brigadier General
John A. B. C. Smith was the man- the man that was used up.
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