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CHAPTER XVIL 



4 N adventure which occurred to me some fifty 

 -^-^ years ago may not here be out of place. I 

 was dining one day with Ball Hughes, com- 

 monly, from his wealth, called " The Golden 

 Ball," when the conversation turned upon 

 Paris. 



" What say you to going there ?" he 

 asked. 



" I should like it much," I replied. 



" Send for Cruy," continued he, address- 

 ing the butler; "and help yourself to 

 claret, we shall not have much time to 



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spare. 



Before I could express my surprise, Guy, the 

 coachman, entered the room. 



" Have the travelling-chariot with the four 

 bays round in half-an-hour, and send the 



