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CROTCHET CASTLE.
have a good blunderbuss charged with slugs.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
When I suspended these arms for ornament, I never dreamed of their being called into use.
MR. SKIONAR.
Let me address them. I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.
MR. MAC QUEDY.
Eh! sir, I can bring them to that conclusion in ⟨less⟩ time than you.
MR. CROTCHET.
I have no fancy for fighting. It is a very hard case upon a guest, when the latter end of a feast is the beginning of a fray.
MR. MAC QUEDY.
Give them the old iron.
