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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 aly- 
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 ! 
