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that Greenhorn had decamped, rushed vexed and 

 disappointed into the street, and sent forth shouts of 

 scorn, insult, and derision; these appalling sounds 

 were yet within reach of Sam's ears, and quickened 

 with alarm his reeling steps. His Emperor, they 

 bawled out, was a mere button ; his Queen a butter- 

 cup ; Linnaeus no better than a wind-mill sail ; his 

 Tyrian purple a perfect ' bas bleu,' or Lancashire 

 blue-stocking; and his Lovely Meg a dirty red 

 garter. Further I dare not report. 



