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

           Widows,gentlemen,arenotusuallytimorous,asmyuncleusedtosay.

           ‘"IamsureIamverymuchobligedtoyou,Sir,foryourgoodopinion,"saidthebuxomlandlady,halflaughing;"andifeverImarryagain"

           ‘"IF,"saidTomSmart,lookingveryshrewdlyoutoftheright-handcornerofhislefteye."IF""‘Well,"saidthewidow,laughingoutrightthistime,"WHENIdo,IhopeIshallhaveasgoodahusbandasyoudescribe."

           ‘"Jinkins,towit,"saidTom.

           ‘"Lor,sir!"exclaimedthewidow.

           ‘"Oh,don’ttellme,"saidTom,"Iknowhim."

           ‘"Iamsurenobodywhoknowshim,knowsanythingbadofhim,"saidthewidow,bridlingupatthemysteriousairwithwhichTomhadspoken.

           ‘"Hem!"saidTomSmart.

           ‘Thewidowbegantothinkitwashightimetocry,soshetookoutherhandkerchief,andinquiredwhetherTomwishedtoinsulther,whetherhethoughtitlikeagentlemantotakeawaythecharacterofanothergentlemanbehindhisback,why,ifhehadgotanythingtosay,hedidn’tsayittotheman,likeaman,insteadofterrifyingapoorweakwomaninthatway;andsoforth.

           ‘"I’llsayittohimfastenough,"saidTom,"onlyIwantyoutohearitfirst."

           ‘"Whatisit?"inquiredthewidow,lookingintentlyinTom’scountenance.

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