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We have only those
phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. "Tush!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, angrily. ”
He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen,
seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. You
couldn’t help it. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,—
as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to
the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he
were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. Side by side with the cheese
(its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a
tankard of swig, and a toast.
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