Mac would have some new yarns to spin and a fresh turn-over to his celebrated liver. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. . But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. Ah! I have it," he added, after a moment's deliberation; "he's there, I'll be sworn.
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