Now, gentle reader, I spose you begin to see the game.
"Recollect, from this day you are in my service." "My lord, you overpoar me with your faviors." "Go to the devil, sir," says he: "do your duty, and hold your tongue." And thus I went from the service of the Honorabble Algernon Deuceace to that of his exlnsy the Right Honorabble Earl of Crabs.
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