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Came home three days ago, speaks English like 

 a book, plays the piano and harp like however, 

 you'll judge for yourself; dressed in the latest 

 Parisian fashion up to the nines, such a figure, 

 foot, and ankle. Here is the trap, jump in, we 

 will be there in half an hour." 



" What the deuce is he talking about ?" you 

 will naturally exclaim. 



The answer is this, it was my partner of three 

 years ago he had been dilating on. Yes, reader, 

 I had come over expressly to be married, which 

 we were a week afterwards. 



I have never repented it, and am as happy as 

 mortal man can be. The old farm-house in 

 Brittany is turned into a pretty and comfortable 

 dwelling. Every now and then I and my wife 

 run over to the " old land." I spend my time 

 between the two, hunting, shooting, fishing, 

 and farming. 



My English acquaintances do not know any- 

 thing of my better half more than that she is 

 French, and if they did I should not care, for I 

 am in no way ashamed of her, quite the con- 

 trary. 



The old coracle is kept as an heirloom, but 



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