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Tom Cringle's Log by Michael Scott
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A sudden flush rushed into Mr-----'s face.

"Indeed! does the Prince really--"

The young officer bowed, and with something more of sternness in his
manner than he had yet used, he said, "Mr-----, I duly appreciate your
situation, and respect your feelings; but the Prince of Eckmuhl is my
superior officer, and under other circumstances"--Here he slightly touched
the hilt of his sword.

"For myself I don't care," said-----, "but what is to become of my
sisters?"

"They must proceed to Hamburgh."

"Very well--let me order the stuhl wagen, and give us, at all events, half
an hour to move our valuables."

Here Mr-----exchanged looks with his sisters.

"Certainly," said the young officer; "and I will myself see you safe into
the city."

Who says that eels cannot be made used to skinning? The poor girls
continued their little preparations with an alacrity and presence of mind
that truly surprised me. There was neither screaming nor fainting, and by
the time the carriage was at the door, they, with two female domestics,
were ready to mount. I cannot better describe their vehicle, than by
comparing it to a canoe mounted on four wheels, connected by a long perch,
with a coachbox at the bow, and three gig bodies hung athwart ships, or
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