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housekeeper (poor Mysie) for his honour's especial use."
"Out upon all apologies," said the Master, "let us eat the herrings since there is nothing better to be had—but I begin to think with you, Bucklaw, that we are consuming the last green leaf, and that, in spite of the Marquis's political machinations, we must positively shift camp for want of forage, without waiting the issue of them."
