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"Mr Beverley," said he, bowing, "when Devenhasby, and I

meet at table, it is our invariable custom to drink to one e

all--hu

"Adore!" said the Captain, rising also

"Therefore, gentlemen," pursued the Marquis, "with our host's

perhaht

to tell you that my friend Beverley is one with us in this,--he also

is a suitor for the hand of Lady Cleone"

"Is he, b'gad!" exclaiht have known it though Ah, well! oneso lass with the others, drank to-"Our Lady Cleone--God bless her!"