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A CHAPTER OF UNDERCURRENTS AND SOME SURFACE FLASHES.
Thus a round and a good old English practical repartee, worthy a place in England's book of her historical popular jests; conceived ingeniously, no bit murderously, even humanely, if Englishmen are to be allowed indulgence of a jolly hit back for an injury--more a feint than a real stroke--gave the miserly veteran his final quake and cut Chillon's knot.
Lord Levellier dead of the joke detracted from the funny idea there had been in the anticipation of his hearing the libertine explosion of his grand new powder, and coming out cloaked to see what walls remained upright.

Its cleverness, however, was magnified by the shades into which it had despatched him.

The man who started the 'rouse for old Griphard' was named: nor did he shuffle his honours off.

Chillon accused him, and he regretfully grinned; he would have owned to it eloquently, excited by the extreme ingenuity, but humour at the criminal bar is an abject thing, that has to borrow from metaphysics for the expository words.