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"Mornin', Miss Celeste," spoke a heavy voice outside, a voice subdued to a decorous softness of tone, "if you an' Miss Ethel are ready, the tree is lit, an' " "Ve air ready, Monsieur Villiam," answered Celeste, throwing open the door dramatically.

"No vun's, my love," he says, "it is but a idea." "A idea! " she cries: "it is a portrait, I feel it is a portrait, and that 'ere noble face must be in the millingtary!" "Wot do I hear!" says he, a crumplin' his curls. "Villiam Gibbs," she says, quite firm, "never renoo the subject. I respect you as a friend," she says, "but my affections is set upon that manly brow."

Bill Blinder makes him no answer, but he goes avay into the stable, and there he soon artervards lays himself down a'tween the two piebalds, and dies, previously a writin' outside the corn-chest, "This is the last vill and testymint of Villiam Blinder."

It contained sundry letters and bills, all addressed to William Kershaw. This pocket-book was produced, and Karl Müller, who had returned to the court, easily identified it as having belonged to his dear and lamented friend 'Villiam. "This was the first blow to the case against the accused. It was a pretty stiff one, you will admit. Already it had begun to collapse like a house of cards.

And all the while, Wayland sat crunched in the chair of the Cabin, gazing and gazing at the face in the picture above "the Happy Warrior," till the light faded from the Holy Cross and the moon beams struck aslant the timbered floor, and Calamity's shadow stood in the doorway with a basket on her arm. "Meesis Villiam send up y' supper," she said. Wayland ate mechanically.

'Now, shiny Villiam, said the hostler to the deputy hostler, 'give the gen'lm'n the ribbons. 'Shiny Villiam' so called, probably, from his sleek hair and oily countenance placed the reins in Mr. Pickwick's left hand; and the upper hostler thrust a whip into his right. 'Wo-o! cried Mr. Pickwick, as the tall quadruped evinced a decided inclination to back into the coffee-room window.

"My feyther, sir," he continued, "my feyther, 'e druv' the Dartford Mail, an' 'e were the finest v'ip as ever druv' a coach, Dartford or otherwise; 'Andsome 'Arry' 'e vere called, though v'y 'andsome I don't know, seeing as 'is nose veren't all it might ha' been, on account o' a quart pot; an' v'y 'Arry I don't know, seeing as 'is name vos Villiam; but, ''Andsome 'Arry' 'e vere called, an' werry much respected 'e vere too.

'Wo-o! echoed Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass, from the bin. 'Only his playfulness, gen'lm'n, said the head hostler encouragingly; 'jist kitch hold on him, Villiam. The deputy restrained the animal's impetuosity, and the principal ran to assist Mr. Winkle in mounting. 'T'other side, sir, if you please.

Eustacie Berangere, m. Annora, daughter and heiress of Villiam, Baron of Valvem, in the county of Dorisette, England, who beareth, azure, a siren regardant in a mirror proper. The siren was drawn in all her propriety impaled with the leopard, and she was so much more comprehensible than the names, to both Madame de Quinet and Eustacie, that it was a pity they could not direct their letters to her rather than to 'Le Baron de Valvem, whose cruel W's perplexed them so much.

"Zen I will help you to dress immediatement, and zen Villiam, he vill call us to see ze tree." Never had the captious little girl been more docile, more obedient. Dressing Ethel that morning was a pleasure to Celeste. Scarcely had she completed the task and put on her own clothing when there was a tap on the door. "Vat is it?"