THE SWELLING OF JORDAN.
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G.—The Regiment! Always the Regiment. On my word I sometimes feel jealous of Mafflin.
G. (wearily).—Poor old Jack! I don't think you need. Isn't it time for The Butcha to have his nap? Bring a chair out here, dear. I've got something to talk over with you.
And this is the End of the Story of the Gadsbys.
