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"The lady is yours," said the Squire, skipping back to Mr. Escot.
"I am the happiest man alive," said Mr. Escot.
"Come," said the Squire, "then there is an amelioration in the state of the sensitive man."
"A slight oscillation of good in the instance of a solitary individual," answered Mr. Escot, "by no means affects the solidity of my opinions concerning the general deterioration of the civilized world: which when I can be induced to contemplate with feelings of satisfaction, I doubt not but that I may be persuaded to be in love with tortures, and to think charitably of the rack[1].
Saying these words, he flew off as nimbly
