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seemed to be in full possession, and latterly with their 

 pails and watering pans, in consequence of which I 

 was compelled to snap my line, and turn upon my fair 

 tormentors. But let no boy of fourteen ever try to 

 face a batch of lasses. In fine, I was terribly mauled* 

 and did not feel my ears at all comfortable in their 

 externals for a considerable time afterwards. 



But enough of these idle anecdotes. The reader will 

 now understand that I, Harry Otter, was an idle 

 scamp. If he chooses to keep company with me in my 

 rambles, he will, nevertheless, find no very particular 

 harm in me, and I on my part shall be delighted to 

 hold good fellowship with an indulgent brother of 

 the craft. 



I saw young Harry with his beaver off.' 



