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TO INTRODUCE MR.

PINKERTON.
The stranger, I have said, was some years older than myself: a man of a good stature, a very lively face, cordial, agitated manners, and a gray eye as active as a fowl's.
"May I have a word with you ?" said I.
"My dear sir," he replied, "I don't know what it can be about, but you may have a hundred if you like." "You have just left the side of a young lady," I continued, "towards whom I was led (very unintentionally) into the appearance of an offence.
To speak to herself would be only to renew her embarrassment, and I seize the occasion of making my apology, and declaring my respect, to one of my own sex who is her friend, and perhaps," I added, with a bow, "her natural protector." "You are a countryman of mine; I know it!" he cried: "I am sure of it by your delicacy to a lady.

You do her no more than justice.

I was introduced to her the other night at tea, in the apartment of some people, friends of mine; and meeting her again this morning, I could not do less than carry her easel for her.