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low stream so that only his head and neck were 

 above water. And from the chattering of his teeth 

 and the bluish cast that crept over his countenance 

 we surmised that his enforced submergence was any- 

 thing but pleasant. 



It is safe to say, however, that the discomfort of 

 body was nothing to the agony of mind that our 

 squire of dames endured. The ignominy he felt, 

 following so closely upon last night's triumph, was 

 bitter. Indeed, so evident was Horace's distress 

 that we forbore to dwell upon the incident at any 

 great length. We felt and as time proved, rightly 

 that we would have no further fault to find with 

 Horace on the score of arrogance or militant self- 

 esteem ! 



