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OLD MORTALITY.
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CHAPTER XII.
Where's the jolly host
You told me of? 'T has been my custom ever
To parley with mine host.
Lovers Progress.
You told me of? 'T has been my custom ever
To parley with mine host.
Lovers Progress.
Morton reached the borough town without meeting with any remarkable adventure, and alighted at the little inn. It had occurred to him more than once, while upon his journey, that his resumption of the dress which he had worn while a youth, although favourable to his views in other respects, might render it more difficult for him to remain incognito. But a few years of campaigns and wandering had so changed his appearance, that he had great confidence that in the grown man, whose brows exhibited the traces of resolution and considerate thought, none would recognize the raw and bashful stripling who won the game of the popinjay. The only
