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"Well, when you come back you know--one day you must give me."
"And I won't be denied," quoth a second.
"Liberty Hall, you know, so to me you must come, no ceremony," said a
third--and so on.
At length, no less a man drove up to the door, than Judge----. When he
drew up, his servant, who was sitting behind on a small projection of
the ketureen, came round and took a parcel out of the gig, closely
wrapped in a blanket--"Bring that carefully in, Leonidas," said the
Judge, who now stumped up stairs with a small saw in his hand. He
received the parcel, and, laying it down carefully in a corner, he
placed the saw on it, and then came up and shook hands with Wagtail, and
made his bow very gracefully.
"What--can't you do without your ice and sour claret yet?" said Wagtail.
"Never mind, never mind," said the Judge; and here dinner being
announced, we all adjourned to the dining room, where a very splendid
entertainment was set out, to which we set to, and in the end, as it
will appear, did the utmost justice to it.
The wines were most exquisite. Madeira, for instance, never can be
drunk in perfection anywhere out of the Tropics. You may have the wine
as good at home, although I doubt it, but then you have not the climate
to drink it in--I would say the same of most of the delicate French
wines--that is, those that will stand the voyage--Burgundy of course not
included; but never mind, let us get along.
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