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CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
Surely you have not done so?
LADY CLARINDA.
Oh, no! I leave that to Mr. Eavesdrop. But Mr. Puffall made it a condition that I should let him say so.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
A strange recommendation.
LADY CLARINDA.
Oh, nothing else will do. And it seems you may give yourself any character you like, and the newspapers will print it as if it came from themselves. I have commended you to three of our friends here, as an economist, a transcendentalist, and a classical scholar; and if you wish to be renowned through the world for these, or any other accomplishments, the newspapers will con-
