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Duelling,

n frightened from his propriety at the prospect of fighting with genuine bullets acr

oot across a pocketkerchief-but I am not an effeminate female that I should employ such a lacelike and flimsy c

s legally correct, Mr Bhosh produced a very lar

le was elongated to an incredible length. Then, tossing one extremity to his lordship, and retain

, to burst into enthusiastic plaudits of the ingenuity and dexterity with which

bun himself that no human pistol was capable to achieve such a distance! The duel commenced. His lordship and Mr Bhosh

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ith its horrid bang. The deadly missile, whistling as it went for want of thought, en

ee harrowing seconds. Then he, too, pulled off his trigge

orifice in Honble Bodger's hat, who, by thi

ordship's existence," said Mr Bhosh, bowing, "but I wished to

was to receive full compensation for any mora

friend, entreated his forgiveness, vowing that in future their affection should never again be endangered by so paltry and trivial a cause as

prince, Honble Sir Monarch Jones, whose proud and palatial store

f approval, but rather advanced the objection that the colour of his money was practically invisible. "M

r facetious reply that he had, indeed,

f comprehending the simplest Indian jeu des mots, and merely replied. "Unless

always, for he made the acquaintance of a certain Jewish-Scotch, whose cognomen was Alexander Wallace McAlpine,

r Jones, who, being unaware that it was borrowed plumage, readily consented that he should marry his daughter. After which Mr Bh

will remark: "Oho! then we are already at the finis, seeing that when a hero and heroine ar

es a proverbially slippery lip, and that they are by no means to

s wheel of fortune. For a woman is so constituted that she can never forgive an individual who has once treated her advances with cont

impression that they have exhausted the cream in its cocoanut. There are