I did not reckon upon—him. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. The weed was all right.
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