THE NEWSPAPER.
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MR. CHAINMAIL.
Yes, but I know nothing of her birth and parentage. She tells me nothing of herself, and I have no right to question her directly.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
She appears to be expressly destined for the light of your baronial hall. Introduce me: in this case, two heads are better than one.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
No, I thank you. Leave me to manage my chance of a prize, and keep you to your own chance of a —
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
Blank. As you please. Well, I will pitch my tent here, till I have filled my portfolio, and shall be glad of as much of your company as you can spare from more attractive society.
