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Comprising a brief Description of the Company at the Peacock assembled; and a Tale told by a Bagman

           Helookedatthechair;itwasafantasticandgrim-lookingpieceoffurniture,certainly,butitmusthavebeenaremarkablyingeniousandlivelyimagination,thatcouldhavediscoveredanyresemblancebetweenitandanoldman.

           ‘"Howareyou,oldboy?"saidTom.Hewasbolderinthedaylightmostmenare.

           ‘Thechairremainedmotionless,andspokenotaword.

           ‘"Miserablemorning,"saidTom.No.Thechairwouldnotbedrawnintoconversation.

           ‘"Whichpressdidyoupointto?youcantellmethat,"saidTom.Devilaword,gentlemen,thechairwouldsay.

           ‘"It’snotmuchtroubletoopenit,anyhow,"saidTom,gettingoutofbedverydeliberately.Hewalkeduptooneofthepresses.Thekeywasinthelock;heturnedit,andopenedthedoor.Therewasapairoftrousersthere.Heputhishandintothepocket,anddrewforththeidenticallettertheoldgentlemanhaddescribed!

           ‘"Queersortofthing,this,"saidTomSmart,lookingfirstatthechairandthenatthepress,andthenattheletter,andthenatthechairagain."Veryqueer,"saidTom.But,astherewasnothingineither,tolessenthequeerness,hethoughthemightaswelldresshimself,andsettlethetallman’sbusinessatoncejusttoputhimoutofhismisery.

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