Trip 62 of 5250 collection book48
What do they take mebook18 for a beast of prey is there nobody here that knows Sir Stentor Stile or can speak to me in my own lingo He had no sooner pronounced these words than the baronet with marks of infinite surprise ran towards him crying Good Heaven Sir Stentor who expected to meet with you in Paris Upon which the other eyeing him very earnestly Odds heartlikins cried he my neighbour Sir Giles Squirrel as I am a living soul With these words he flew upon him like a tiger kissed him from ear to ear demolished his periwig and disordered the whole economy of his dress to the no small entertainment of the company.... read all
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