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After
a
short
pause
,
Mr
Shepherd
presumed
to
say
--
"
In
all
these
cases
,
there
are
established
usages
which
make
everything
plain
and
easy
between
landlord
and
tenant
.
Your
interest
,
Sir
Walter
,
is
in
pretty
safe
hands
.
Depend
upon
me
for
taking
care
that
no
tenant
has
more
than
his
just
rights
.
I
venture
to
hint
,
that
Sir
Walter
Elliot
can
not
be
half
so
jealous
for
his
own
,
as
John
Shepherd
will
be
for
him
.
"
Here
Anne
spoke
--
"
The
navy
,
I
think
,
who
have
done
so
much
for
us
,
have
at
least
an
equal
claim
with
any
other
set
of
men
,
for
all
the
comforts
and
all
the
privileges
which
any
home
can
give
.
Sailors
work
hard
enough
for
their
comforts
,
we
must
all
allow
.
"
"
Very
true
,
very
true
.
What
Miss
Anne
says
,
is
very
true
,
"
was
Mr
Shepherd
's
rejoinder
,
and
"
Oh
!
certainly
,
"
was
his
daughter
's
;
but
Sir
Walter
's
remark
was
,
soon
afterwards
--
"
The
profession
has
its
utility
,
but
I
should
be
sorry
to
see
any
friend
of
mine
belonging
to
it
.
"
"
Indeed
!
"
was
the
reply
,
and
with
a
look
of
surprise
.
"
Yes
;
it
is
in
two
points
offensive
to
me
;
I
have
two
strong
grounds
of
objection
to
it
.
First
,
as
being
the
means
of
bringing
persons
of
obscure
birth
into
undue
distinction
,
and
raising
men
to
honours
which
their
fathers
and
grandfathers
never
dreamt
of
;
and
secondly
,
as
it
cuts
up
a
man
's
youth
and
vigour
most
horribly
;
a
sailor
grows
old
sooner
than
any
other
man
.
I
have
observed
it
all
my
life
.
A
man
is
in
greater
danger
in
the
navy
of
being
insulted
by
the
rise
of
one
whose
father
,
his
father
might
have
disdained
to
speak
to
,
and
of
becoming
prematurely
an
object
of
disgust
himself
,
than
in
any
other
line
.
One
day
last
spring
,
in
town
,
I
was
in
company
with
two
men
,
striking
instances
of
what
I
am
talking
of
;
Lord
St
Ives
,
whose
father
we
all
know
to
have
been
a
country
curate
,
without
bread
to
eat
;
I
was
to
give
place
to
Lord
St
Ives
,
and
a
certain
Admiral
Baldwin
,
the
most
deplorable-looking
personage
you
can
imagine
;
his
face
the
colour
of
mahogany
,
rough
and
rugged
to
the
last
degree
;
all
lines
and
wrinkles
,
nine
grey
hairs
of
a
side
,
and
nothing
but
a
dab
of
powder
at
top
.
'
In
the
name
of
heaven
,
who
is
that
old
fellow
?
'
said
I
to
a
friend
of
mine
who
was
standing
near
,
(
Sir
Basil
Morley
)
.
'
Old
fellow
!
'
cried
Sir
Basil
,
'
it
is
Admiral
Baldwin
.
What
do
you
take
his
age
to
be
?
'
'
Sixty
,
'
said
I
,
'
or
perhaps
sixty-two
.
'
'
Forty
,
'
replied
Sir
Basil
,
'
forty
,
and
no
more
.
'
Picture
to
yourselves
my
amazement
;
I
shall
not
easily
forget
Admiral
Baldwin
.
I
never
saw
quite
so
wretched
an
example
of
what
a
sea-faring
life
can
do
;
but
to
a
degree
,
I
know
it
is
the
same
with
them
all
:
they
are
all
knocked
about
,
and
exposed
to
every
climate
,
and
every
weather
,
till
they
are
not
fit
to
be
seen
.
It
is
a
pity
they
are
not
knocked
on
the
head
at
once
,
before
they
reach
Admiral
Baldwin
's
age
.
"
