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BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 



the chemist's stable-boy, as Tommy submitted 

 with unexpected calm to the infliction of my 

 weight ; " but he iss goot — yes, indeed ! " 



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^ He iss a little unused to the toxvn, inari)i. 



The next moment I was pursuing Miss O'Flan- 

 nigan up the street like the conventional pattern 

 of a flash of lightning. Happily, the houses, carts, 

 barrels, and other objects possessed of terrors for 



