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EUGENE ARAM.
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CHAPTER II.
a publican, a sinner, and a stranger
"Ah, Don Alphonso, is it you? Agreeable accident! Chance presents yon to my eyes where you were least expected."
It was an evening in the beginning of summer, and Peter Dealtry and the ci-devant Corporal sate beneath the sign of the Spotted Dog (as it hung motionless from the bough of a friendly elm), quaffing a cup of boon companionship. The reader will imagine the two men very different from each other in form and aspect; the one short, dry, fragile, and betraying a love of ease in his unbuttoned vest, and a certain lolling, see-sawing method of balancing his body upon his chair; the other, erect and solemn, and as steady on his seat as if he were nailed to it. It was a fine, tranquil balmy evening; the sun had just set, and the clouds
