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HEADLONG HALL.
it, standing in the midst of an undulating lawn—a white, polished, angular building, reflected to a nicety in this waveless lake: and there you see Lord Littlebrain looking out of the window.
Squire Headlong.
And devilish wise he looks too. You shall cut me a giant before you go.
Mr. Milestone.
Good. I'll order down my little corps of pioneers.
During this conversation, a hot dispute had arisen between Messieurs Gall and Nightshade; the latter pertinaciously insisting on having his new poem reviewed by Treacle, who he knew would extol it most loftily, and not by Gall, whose sarcastic commendation he held in superlative horror. The remonstrances of
