Spurling. Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. Let—it—fall. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. . He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. . ‘You don’t know the whole, child.
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