THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR.
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wood to boot. In the mean time, I'll take care Miss Ashton receives no discredit for the slight they have put upon her. It's an awkward job, however, and I wish it was ended; I scarce know how to talk to her,—but fill a bumper, Craigy, and we'll drink her health. It grows late, and a night-cowl of good claret is worth all the considering caps in Europe."
