He brought it into my sitting-room--a bulky parcel--and while he was undoing the cords he told me it was something quite novel; he had bought it in Glasgow the day before.

When I saw a walnut leg I started; in another two minutes I was trying to thank Boyd for my own smoking-table.

I recognized it by the dents.

I was too much the gentleman to insist on an explanation from Boyd; but, though it seems a harsh thing to say, my opinion is that these different persons gave the table away because they wanted to get rid of it.

William John has it now.
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