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ments, to observe, with some anxiety, two strange men, who were sauntering up and down the street, and who, from time to time, peeped in at the window.
"And how can they do any better?" said the Baronet; "unless you invite them into your apartments? 'Tis precisely what I shall enact myself, if you turn me out of doors! Do you fancy you are to dart yourselves, you and your mischievous partner, into as many hearts as you can find spectators, and then bid your poor wounded gazers go lie down and bleed, in the kennel, like so many puppies; without allowing them even a lamenting yell, or friendly barking, to call themselves into notice before they give up the ghost? I pity the poor caitiffs with all my heart.
"A fellow-feeling makes one wond'rous kind!"[1]
"Let me, however, hope, that the seductive tale which I have been quaffing, has not intoxicated all my senses
- ↑ Garrick.
