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In the same house! answered Partridge; why, sir, he is one of the servants of the family, and very well drest I promise you he is; if it was not for his black beard you would hardly know him. One service then at least he may do me, says Jones: sure he can certainly convey a letter to my Sophia. You have hit the nail ad unguem, cries Partridge; how came I not to think of it? I will engage he shall do it upon the very first mentioning. Well, then, said Jones, do you leave me at present, and I will write a letter, which you shall deliver to him to-morrow morning; for I suppose you know where to find him. O yes, sir, answered Partridge, I shall certainly find him again; there is no fear of that. The liquor is too good for him to stay away long. I make no doubt but he will be there every day he stays in town. So you dont know the street then where my Sophia is lodged? cries Jones. Indeed, sir, I do, says Partridge. What is the name of the street? cries Jones. The name, sir? why, here, sir, just by, answered Partridge, not above a street or two off. I dont, indeed, know the very name; for, as he never told me, if I had asked, you know, it might have put some suspicion into his head. No, no, sir, let me alone for that. I am too cunning for that, I promise you. Thou art most wonderfully cunning, indeed, replied Jones; however, I will write to my charmer, since I believe you will be cunning enough to find him to-morrow at the alehouse. And now, having dismissed the sagacious Partridge, Mr. Jones sat himself down to write, in which employment we shall leave him for a time. And here we put an end to the fifteenth book. |
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