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Containing the Story of the Bagman’s Uncle

           "Only,ifthisisaprivateroomspeciallyorderedfortheoccasion,IshouldthinkthepublicroommustbeaVERYcomfortableone;"withthis,myunclesathimselfdowninahigh-backedchair,andtooksuchanaccuratemeasureofthegentleman,withhiseyes,thatTigginandWelpscouldhavesuppliedhimwithprintedcalicoforasuit,andnotaninchtoomuchortoolittle,fromthatestimatealone.

           ‘"Quitthisroom,"saidbothmentogether,graspingtheirswords.

           ‘"Eh?"saidmyuncle,notatallappearingtocomprehendtheirmeaning.

           ‘"Quittheroom,oryouareadeadman,"saidtheill-lookingfellowwiththelargesword,drawingitatthesametimeandflourishingitintheair.

           ‘"Downwithhim!"criedthegentlemaninsky-blue,drawinghisswordalso,andfallingbacktwoorthreeyards."Downwithhim!"Theladygavealoudscream.

           ‘Now,myunclewasalwaysremarkableforgreatboldness,andgreatpresenceofmind.Allthetimethathehadappearedsoindifferenttowhatwasgoingon,hehadbeenlookingslilyaboutforsomemissileorweaponofdefence,andattheveryinstantwhentheswordsweredrawn,heespied,standinginthechimney–corner,anoldbasket-hiltedrapierinarustyscabbard.

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