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guess?—Why Surly! your old friend, Surly!"
Apprehensive of some attack similar to that which she had endured at Brighthelmstone, Juliet ventured not to speak, though she felt too anxious to withdraw: while Sir Jaspar, extremely curious, repeated, "Old Surly?" in a tone that invited explanation.
"The same, faith! He's come over o' purpose to hunt you out, Demoiselle."
"Me?" cried Juliet, changing colour; "and why?—And who is he?"
"Who is he? Well! that's droll, faith! Why you have not forgotten your old crony, the pilot?"
Juliet looked down, to conceal the alarm with which she was seized.
"Why, I'll tell you how it all happened," continued Riley, mounting upon the counter, as he might have mounted upon his horse; "I'll tell you how it all happened. About a month ago, in one of my rambles, I met Master Surly;
