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‘
And
then
,
’
said
the
insinuating
traveller
,
‘
for
the
scratching
dogs
and
the
buried
children
,
according
to
the
pictures
!
’
‘
Pardon
,
’
said
the
host
,
not
quite
understanding
the
allusion
.
‘
How
,
then
the
scratching
dogs
and
the
buried
children
according
to
the
pictures
?
’
The
artist
traveller
struck
in
again
before
an
answer
could
be
given
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
know
,
’
he
coldly
inquired
across
the
table
of
his
companion
,
‘
that
none
but
smugglers
come
this
way
in
the
winter
or
can
have
any
possible
business
this
way
?
’
‘
Holy
blue
!
No
;
never
heard
of
it
.
’
‘
So
it
is
,
I
believe
.
And
as
they
know
the
signs
of
the
weather
tolerably
well
,
they
don
’
t
give
much
employment
to
the
dogs
—
who
have
consequently
died
out
rather
—
though
this
house
of
entertainment
is
conveniently
situated
for
themselves
.
Their
young
families
,
I
am
told
,
they
usually
leave
at
home
.
But
it
’
s
a
grand
idea
!
’
cried
the
artist
traveller
,
unexpectedly
rising
into
a
tone
of
enthusiasm
.
‘
It
’
s
a
sublime
idea
.
It
’
s
the
finest
idea
in
the
world
,
and
brings
tears
into
a
man
’
s
eyes
,
by
Jupiter
!
’
He
then
went
on
eating
his
veal
with
great
composure
.
There
was
enough
of
mocking
inconsistency
at
the
bottom
of
this
speech
to
make
it
rather
discordant
,
though
the
manner
was
refined
and
the
person
well
-
favoured
,
and
though
the
depreciatory
part
of
it
was
so
skilfully
thrown
off
as
to
be
very
difficult
for
one
not
perfectly
acquainted
with
the
English
language
to
understand
,
or
,
even
understanding
,
to
take
offence
at
:
so
simple
and
dispassionate
was
its
tone
.
After
finishing
his
veal
in
the
midst
of
silence
,
the
speaker
again
addressed
his
friend
.
‘
Look
,
’
said
he
,
in
his
former
tone
,
‘
at
this
gentleman
our
host
,
not
yet
in
the
prime
of
life
,
who
in
so
graceful
a
way
and
with
such
courtly
urbanity
and
modesty
presides
over
us
!
Manners
fit
for
a
crown
!
Dine
with
the
Lord
Mayor
of
London
(
if
you
can
get
an
invitation
)
and
observe
the
contrast
.
This
dear
fellow
,
with
the
finest
cut
face
I
ever
saw
,
a
face
in
perfect
drawing
,
leaves
some
laborious
life
and
comes
up
here
I
don
’
t
know
how
many
feet
above
the
level
of
the
sea
,
for
no
other
purpose
on
earth
(
except
enjoying
himself
,
I
hope
,
in
a
capital
refectory
)
than
to
keep
an
hotel
for
idle
poor
devils
like
you
and
me
,
and
leave
the
bill
to
our
consciences
!
Why
,
isn
’
t
it
a
beautiful
sacrifice
?
What
do
we
want
more
to
touch
us
?
Because
rescued
people
of
interesting
appearance
are
not
,
for
eight
or
nine
months
out
of
every
twelve
,
holding
on
here
round
the
necks
of
the
most
sagacious
of
dogs
carrying
wooden
bottles
,
shall
we
disparage
the
place
?
No
!
Bless
the
place
.
It
’
s
a
great
place
,
a
glorious
place
!
’
The
chest
of
the
grey
-
haired
gentleman
who
was
the
Chief
of
the
important
party
,
had
swelled
as
if
with
a
protest
against
his
being
numbered
among
poor
devils
.
No
sooner
had
the
artist
traveller
ceased
speaking
than
he
himself
spoke
with
great
dignity
,
as
having
it
incumbent
on
him
to
take
the
lead
in
most
places
,
and
having
deserted
that
duty
for
a
little
while
.
