Couldn't think of such a thing," said the latter calmly, at the same

time rising from his seat. The metaphysician stared.

Am supplied at present," said his Majesty.

Hiccup--e-h?" said the philosopher.

Have no funds on hand."

What?"

Besides, very unhandsome in me--"

Sir!"

To take advantage of-"

Hiccup!"

Your present disgusting and ungentlemanly situation."

Here the visiter bowed and withdrew--in what manner could not precisely

be ascertained--but in a well-concerted effort to discharge a bottle

at "the villain," the slender chain was severed that depended from the

ceiling, and the metaphysician prostrated by the downfall of the lamp.

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