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"He was in Gown Boys, I know," says the boy; "succeeded his uncle Pitt,
fourth Baronet. I don't know how his mother--her who wrote the hymns, you
know, and goes to Mr. Honeyman's chapel--comes to be Rebecca, Lady
Crawley. His father, Colonel Rawdon Crawley, died at Coventry Island, in
August, 182-, and his uncle, Sir Pitt, not till September here. I
remember, we used to talk about it at Grey Friars, when I was quite a
little chap; and there were bets whether Crawley, I mean the young one,
was a Baronet or not."
"When I sailed to Rigy, Cornel," the first mate was speaking--nor can any
spelling nor combination of letters of which I am master, reproduce this
gentleman's accent when he was talking his best--"I racklackt they used
always to sairve us a drem before denner. And as your frinds are kipping
the denner, and as I've no watch to-night, I'll jist do as we used to do
at Rigy. James, my fine fellow, jist look alive and breng me a small
glass of brandy, will ye? Did ye iver try a brandy cocktail, Cornel? Whin
I sailed on the New York line, we used jest to make bits before denner
and--thank ye, James:" and he tossed off a glass of brandy.
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