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'What do you mean by that? growled the foreman, who was in a very ill humor at being kept so late. 'Why, sir, there beant an o in the office, neither a big un nor a little un! 'What what the d-l has become of all that were in the case?

'I don't know, sir, said the boy, 'but one of them ere "G'zette" devils is bin prowling 'bout here all night, and I spect he's gone and cabbaged 'em every one. 'Dod rot him! 'Jist so, replied Bob, with a wink and a frown 'I'll be into 'em, I'll let 'em know a thing or two; but in de meantime, that ere paragrab? Mus go in to-night, you know else there'll be the d-l to pay, and-'

M. Du Bois instantly put his hand upon his sword, and threatened to resent this indignity. The Captain, holding up his stick, bid him draw at his peril. Mrs. Mirvan, greatly alarmed, got out of the coach, and, standing between them, intreated her husband to re-enter the house. "None of your clack!" cried he angrily; "what the D-l, do you suppose I can't manage a Frenchman?"

Lovel, looking at his watch, "it is but just past ten." "No more!" cried she, "O then we shall do very well." All the ladies now started up, and declared they had no time to lose. "Why, what the D-l," cried the Captain, leaning forward with both his arms on the table," are you going to Ranelagh at this time of night?" The ladies looked at one another, and smiled.

I looked out of the coach-window, to see if we were near home: Sir Clement, stooping over me, did the same; and then, in a voice of infinite wonder, called out, "Where the d-l is the man driving to?-Why we are in Broad Street, St. Giles's!" "O, he's very right," cried Madame Duval, "so never trouble your head about that; for I sha'n't go by no directions of your's, I promise you."

Lovel, "I confess I seldom listen to the players: one has so much to do, in looking about and finding out one's acquaintance, that, really, one has no time to mind the stage. Pray," most affectedly fixing his eyes upon a diamond ring on his little finger, "pray-what was the play to-night?" "Why, what the D-l," cried the Captain, "do you come to the play without knowing what it is?"