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"Dauph. Sir, I must speak to you. I have been long your
despised kinsman.
"Morose. Oh, what thou wilt, nephew."-EPICENE.
"Her silence is dowry eno'-exceedingly soft spoken; thrifty
of her speech, that spends but six words a day."-Ibid.
THE coach dropped Mr. Ferrers at the gate of a villa about three miles from town. The lodge-keeper